Levi leaned back on the bar, absorbing the familiar, intoxicating atmosphere of Silver, enjoying the sight of the densely packed dance floor. Pounding music pulsated through his veins, the baseline so deep his bones buzzed with every beat. The club was dark and heady, lit only by scattered blue spotlights, and the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Cam was right. He did need to get out more. He tipped back the last of his beer, nodded at the bare-chested barman for another. “Same old, same old.” It was mostly true. He didn’t feel like explaining the costly broken bike ramp at the garage, or his healing wounds. Or that he hadn’t checked on Bella for the best part of two weeks. Cam raised an eyebrow, his sparkling green eyes bright with mischief. “Oh, yeah? Looking forward to your big orgy this weekend?” “Thought you were worried about my mental well-being,” Levi retorted drily. “You went all Dr. Phil on me last time I saw you.” Cam shifted on his bar stool and shrugged.
