When Bradley asked Carissa to spend the night with him, he'd expected her to say no, or put up some sort of fight. But she hadn't. Of course, he had a feeling that part of the reason she so readily agreed was because Tiffany was crashing here tonight, too.

"Did you mean what you said earlier? About moving out?" she asked.

Bradley absently stroked her bare arm. She was curled up against his side, head on his chest, both of them naked and snuggled beneath the ...