Gavin's POV
"Finally decided to show up," Ken called out when I walked into his private room above the bar. Bass from the club below vibrated through the floor, but up here it was muffled enough to think. Two women draped themselves over him like expensive accessories, their hands roaming while they whispered things that made him grin. A wall of monitors showed every angle of the packed dance floor beneath us.
I dropped into the leather chair across from him and immediately checked my phone. No messages from Julia. Nothing. I'd left her spare key exactly where I promised before bolting from the house. Couldn't risk staying near her another second. Couldn't trust what I might do if I did.
Ken had been hounding me for weeks to come out, claiming I needed to blow off steam. Clear my head. Get laid. Maybe he was right. Maybe if I found someone else to focus on, I could stop thinking about how badly I wanted to touch her.
