RYAN'S POV

“What the hell is this?”

Karen stood in the middle of my office holding the scrap of red lace between two fingers like it was evidence in a crime scene. Her eyes were sharp, suspicious, the same look she got when she thought someone was lying to her. She had eturned a few mintues after her sister walked out.

I kept my voice steady even though my pulse was still hammering from Chloe’s mouth. “I don’t know. Maybe one of the cleaners—”

“Don’t.” She stepped closer and dropped the panties on my desk. “I saw something red when I was in here earlier. I thought I imagined it....