I stared at the panties in Ethan’s hand, struggling to find an answer that wouldn’t make everything worse.
“They’re mine,” I admitted.
His eyes narrowed. “I know they’re yours, Riley. I’m asking why I found them in the kitchen trash.”
I swallowed. “I was doing laundry.”
“In the kitchen?”
“No. I mean, I was carrying some clothes downstairs, and I must have dropped them there by mistake.”
Ethan stared at me.
I knew how ridiculous it sounded, but I couldn’t think of anything better.
“You dropped your underwear into the kitchen trash by mistake?”
“I was tired that night. I probably wasn’t paying attention.”
He turned the panties over in his hand before looking at me again. “Is there anything else I should know?”
My heart jumped.
“Like what?”
“That’s what I’m asking you.”
I forced
