Stone’s POV

  

   I pushed through the front door with my shoulder, the handle sticking a little like it always did when the humidity got high. 

  

   The world around me tilted and swirled from all the shots I’d thrown back at the bar earlier, my vision blurring at the edges.

  

   My keys slipped from my fingers and hit the marble floor in the hallway with a loud clatter that echoed through the quiet house. Damn, that was louder than I wanted it to be.

  

   I needed to keep things quiet because Auntie Felicia’s place was always so clean and put together, with those sharp corners on the furniture and surfaces that...