KATHERINE POV
I didn’t expect to open the door and find him there.
Keys dangling from one hand, coffee in the other, and that smug, too-handsome-for-his-own-good expression pulling at his mouth like he knew exactly what he was doing.
It had been five minutes—five—since I told them I’d go on a date with each of them and see where things went.
“Kyle’s got first-date-night rights,” Keegan said, flicking the keys. “I get driving-you-to-work privileges.”
I opened my mouth. Closed it. Tried again. “You really don’t have to—”
“Not listening.” He was already halfway down the hall, walking like he owned the damn moment. “Come on. I promise not to hit on you. Much.”
I hated how easily I followed.
Not because I was tired.
Because I liked how it felt—his chaos pulling me in, how he looked at
