Parking was difficult and the club was crowded. Raven was glad he’d arrived early enough to pick a seat and a small table at the rear. He wasn’t sure he’d have the nerve to see Hunter afterward and he certainly didn’t want him to pick Raven out now. He paid his cover charge and ordered a beer…which he was too nervous to drink.
The club lights went down, and the stage spotlight revealed a single man on a low stool, his hair pulled back and plaited in a long braid down his back. Small black studs showed in his earlobes. His thighs gripped a white drum between them and his hands began a slow rhythm.
Hunter stepped into the spotlight. He was dressed in black leather—moccasins with a soft fringe of feathers at the ankle, tight pants, a sleeveless jacket over a sleeveless T-shirt. Black gloves
