Tawny’s heart pounded as she fumbled with the keys, her hands trembling just enough to make the lock seem like a puzzle. The house was dark, quiet—exactly how she’d left it that morning. Perfect. She slipped inside, her breath catching when she heard the low rumble of Scott’s voice in the kitchen. “Hey, babe,” he called out, his tone warm and gravelly, the kind that made her stomach flip. “Thought you’d never get here.” S...