Kate stretched her arms lazily as the morning sun streamed through the window. She turned to the side, finding the other half of the bed empty.

Jake was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on his jeans. His broad shoulders tensed as he buttoned them, and without looking at her, he muttered,

“So, what is this, Kate? You call me when you need me, and then you kick me out like I’m some damn delivery service?”

Kate sighed, running a hand through her hair. She had barely gotten any sleep, her mind too consumed with frustration over Ryan. She sat up, the silk sheets pooling around...