Ryan pulled up to his house and exhaled heavily, gripping the steering wheel.

He knew exactly what awaited him inside—Kate, angry and demanding answers for where he had slept last night without returning home.

He wasn’t in the mood for another confrontation, not after the crazy make out night he had with Serena, but there was no way around it.

He had to face her.

Gathering his composure, he stepped out of the car and made his way to the front door. As soon as he opened it, he saw her.

Kate was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed, dressed in nothing but a silky nightgown.

Her blonde hair...