The bass pulsed through her bones like a second heartbeat. Smoke curled through strobe lights. Laughter. Money spaying. Bodies grinding.

Mandy Rivers climbed onto the stage like she didn’t care, she pretended like the last three months hadn’t rewired her brain.

She gripped the pole. Arched. Slid. Every move muscle-deep in muscle memory.

But her eyes never softened.

Not even when the drunk guy in the front row waved a wad of bills and licked his lips.

She didn’t smile. Just stared him ...