Lucas’s POV

The door wasn’t locked.

That alone told me something was wrong. Leo Thompson was many things—sloppy wasn’t one of them.

I didn’t bother knocking.

The handle gave way with a muted click, and I stepped inside.

What I saw next made my breath hitch.

Alicia.

Her shirt was open. One bare shoulder exposed, her back arched against the sofa cushions like she’d just been pulled into them. Her legs were tangled with ...