Ivy Collins let out a soft “Oh” as she tucked the keys into her pocket, yawning.

She was tired.

Ethan Lancaster took her home.

Her face was flushed from the alcohol, her eyes hazy and shimmering, as if holding starlight within. Nestled in Ethan Lancaster’s arms, she couldn’t stay still, clinging to his shoulders and whispering softly, “Ethan Lancaster, I have a family now.”

Ethan gently supported her back to keep her from losing ...