Alyssa

"Where have you guys been?" I ask, folding my arms as King and Mason stroll into the house at four in the morning.

Their clothes are clean, too clean for men who've been out all night. I also catch the fresh scent of soap lingering on them. They showered before coming home. And with my boys, that only means one thing.

"What are you doing up, kitten?" King asks, sidestepping my question with practiced ease.

I narrow my eyes, refusing to let him off the hook. ...