Roxy’s POV

“You shouldn’t be drinking alone.”

I looked up from the glass in my hand.

Cain stood in my doorway, his hands shoved into his pockets. His shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows, and his hair was slightly messy, as though he had been running his fingers through it too many times.

The door had been unlocked, and I hadn’t even realized it.

“It’s unlocked,” I said, glancing at it before looking back at him. “Some part of me probably hoped you’d ignore that.”

His expression changed slightly. “I wasn’t going to barge in again.”

“Good.”

“I heard you moving around.” He paused. “I just wanted to make...