(Ridge)
I woke up in my bed at the clubhouse with the sun already up.
We'd gotten back late last night. The meeting in Ridgefield had gone longer than expected. By the time we signed the contract and hit the road, it was past eight. We didn't roll into Crosswell until after midnight.
I'd gone straight to the clubhouse, too tired to do anything else. Crashed in my bed fully dressed except for my boots and vest.
Now it was morning. Saturday. And all I wanted was to see Mira.
I checked my phone. Just after ten. Dane had texted me around two in the morning after the bar closed. Everything went fine. She's good. Stop worrying.
I texted back now. Heading to The Spoke later.
His reply came fast. Of course you are.
I got up, took a quick shower, and got dressed. Black jeans, dark tee, vest
