Emma blinked hard.

“What the hell?” she said unconsciously, scrambling to sit upright.

Her hands fumbled for something that she could use to defend herself. Her voice rose half an octave. “What are you doing here? How did you get into the house?!”

Matthew leaned casually on the doorframe like he wasn’t in someone’s private bedroom. Like this wasn’t weird or fucking insane.

He was in a white dress shirt and black slacks, an irritating smirk tugging at his mouth like this was ...