The only things I needed in life were books and a glass or three of white wine. I got over my disappointment about Riley leaving pretty quickly when I curled up on his leather couch in the living room with both of my favorite things in hand.
Halfway through my second glass and a bank heist gone horribly wrong, the front door slammed open. I leaped into the air, and my book went flying sans bookmark. Wine sloshed all over my Reading is Sexy T-shirt.
"Ffffuck me," I growled between clenched teeth.
From my view on the couch, I couldn't see who it was, but pots and pans clanked in the kitchen. Cabinets banged open and shut. The clatter rolled over the wooden floors and hammered echoes between my ears. Why didn't everyone have a 'Shh' meter built inside them?
I rescued my book and empty g
