I needed to leave. I shouldn’t be here. Just because I didn’t recognize anyone didn’t mean that one of these assholes didn’t know my father or hadn’t seen my picture. And sooner or later, my luck was going to run out.

Yet I couldn’t stop myself from searching the crowd below me for a glimpse of spiky dark hair and a hard jaw, eyes hidden by dark sunglasses so no one could see the fire behind them that I knew so intimately. When I didn’t see him, I slammed down the rest of my drink and set my glass on a shelf set into the wall beside me. This was...