The hand stayed on my ass, pressing hard.
I spun around fast.
It was him. Mr. Hale. My husband’s father.
I jerked back so quick my hip hit the counter. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
He did not move away. His face was calm in the dark kitchen. Only the fridge light cut across one side of him.
“I know it was you at my door earlier,” he said. His voice stayed low. “Don’t even think about lying.”
My mouth went dry again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Riley.” He said my name like he already owned it. “You stood there and watched. I heard the floor. I saw the door move. You watched me with that video of you.”
I shook my head. “You’re wrong. I haven't even come close to your room yet.”
Even as I said it my eyes dropped. The front of his pants showed a clear bulge
