Chapter Three: Every Night After That

By Saturday night the lake house had turned into a war zone of restraint and surrender.

Riley couldn’t look at any surface without remembering how Cade had ruined her on it.

The boathouse workbench still bore faint wet marks. The kitchen island had been wiped down twice, but she could still smell sex when she leaned over it.

Even the couch in the basement rec room had a new stain on the armrest from when he had cornered her during movie night, ...