Chapter Three
LISA
Blood pounds in my ears as Owen throws a hungry glance my way before walking out the door. Ever since he walked into the Whiskey Den I've been on edge. Maybe it was the set of his jaw or the way his tie hung loose around his collar when his piercing blue eyes locked onto me, but there was a barely contained energy about him that sent a thrill rushing through my body. Yet at the same time, my instincts scream that Owen Donahue is nothing but dangerous.
His energy, the determined glint in his eyes embody the same ruthless aura I was surrounded by growing up. The entitlement that accompanies it repulses me, the power he undoubtedly wields should terrify me, but all it does tonight is draw me like a moth to flame.
My family thinks they've "let" me run away to Kansas City
