Rilley’s pov

“Coffee’s ready, Do you want it in the office or are you coming out?” I called down the hall, already walking toward his door with the mug in my hand.

The house felt too big and too quiet without Mom in it. Just me and Grant, my stepfather, working from home like he did most days.

He looked up from the laptop when I stepped in. Forty-two, still in the gray t-shirt he slept in, hair a little messy.

His eyes dropped straight to the thin white tank top I had on and the short shorts that barely covered my ass.

They stayed there a second longer than...