Justice hadn't even had a chance to ask Jason what Dante had meant before he was standing and walking up towards the stage. Curious, she watched him, taking a sip of beer as the music began to play. And then swallowing hard as he started singing.
"Oh fuck," she breathed, watching with wide eyes as Jason prowled the stage. Because she didn't have a thing for guys who could sing, at all. And that wasn't what had gotten her in the mess she was in seventeen years ago. Jesus.