Kate was lounging on the couch in her silk nightwear, enjoying a glass of wine, when the sharp knock at her door startled her.

She frowned, placing the glass down, and walked toward the door.

Peeking through the peephole, her eyes widened in surprise. Ryan? At this hour?

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and saw him standing there, his jaw clenched tightly, eyes burning with anger.

“Ryan?” she said, feigning surprise. “What are you doing here so late?”

Ryan stepped ...