51. Luke

Chapter 51

Luke

Music and lights.

My eyes adjust as we step out of the short entryway and into an epic dance party.

I whistle, but the sound is instantly lost in the vibrating noise around us.

Natalie leans into my side as we take it in.

We’ve entered some sort of DJ show. The musician is up in his booth on a raised stage at the far side of the expansive room. And above him is a light bar shooting out colorful beams across the top of the writhing crowd.

A low wall divides the dance floor from a walkway around the back and sides, with openings at intervals that seem to lead to restrooms and a bar area.

It’s chaos.

And enticing.

Before we step onto the dance floor, a server comes over and hands us each a champagne flute.

Natalie tips her head back to look at me, her brows raised.

I tap my glass to hers. “Ready for an adventure?”

Her smile is wide as she lifts her glass. “So ready.”