~Chloe's POV

The floorboards creaked under my bare feet as I padded downstairs, craving nothing more than a glass of cold water.

The house was quiet…too quiet, the kind of silence that settles deep after everyone else has gone to sleep.

But as I reached the kitchen doorway, I froze.

He was there.

My sister’s husband.

The dim refrigerator light glowed across his bare chest, the shadows cutting sharp lines along his shoulders.

He leaned casually against the counter, one hand resting on the fridge door, the other holding a half-filled glass. His head tilted when he noticed me, and for a second, I thought about retreating back up the...