HARSH POUNDING BOUNCED inside my head, before I roused enough to understand the reality of the racket.
“They’re back,” Sean murmured against my ear.
A glance at the illuminated digital numbers of the clock showed five pm had arrived without my realisation. After our run, we’d returned home and enjoyed a private session of lovemaking in the empty house. Falling asleep had been unintentional.
More bangs echoed through as the door vibrated beneath heavy blows. “Come on, you two!” Nathan’s voice boomed through the wood.
“We’re awake,” Sean said.
“Good!” The door swung wide, and Nathan strode across the room. His body shadowed the bed as he leaned forward, looming over us. He pointed his finger at me. “Your behaviour at Connor’s was unacceptable.”
“Dad, listen—”
“No!” he snapped, turning
