Chapter 66 Chasing Trouble
- I strutted toward the bar, heels clicking against the marble floor, ignoring the lingering gazes of men hoping for my attention. Not tonight, boys. I had my eyes on a different kind of trouble.
- And there he was—Ace, seated on a stool, looking as devastatingly good as ever.
- His usual air of boredom was on full display as he nursed his drink, barely engaging with the blonde woman beside him.