That night, we gave in to reckless passion, not stopping until the first light of dawn crept through the curtains.

When Tyler showed up the next morning, Zachary and I were tangled up in bed.

Debbie let him in, and he headed straight upstairs. Then, without so much as a knock, he shoved the bedroom door open.

Zachary and I were lying together, wrapped in each other's arms.

Tyler's face twisted with fury. "Zachary Parker, what the hell do ...