The party was already loud when I stepped through the door.
Ethan’s voice boomed from somewhere inside, laughing, shouting over the bass-heavy music pumping from the speakers. Beer bottles littered the kitchen island. Half the guests looked drunk. The other half looked horny.
I hadn’t planned on staying long. Just a quick appearance for my younger brother’s birthday bash, show face, smile, and head back to the hotel.
But then I saw her.
Maya.
She stood by the patio door, drink in hand, laughing at something someone said, the curve of her mouth dangerous. Her black dress was a second skin, hugging her waist, riding up her thighs. Her back was bare—smooth, glowing in the low light—and her heels made her legs look impossibly long.
My breath caught, and I hated that it did.
She was Etha
