The living room smelled like expensive wine, sweat, and something already filthy.
I shouldn’t have suggested the game.
I was the new daughter-in-law, only twenty-three, married to Ryan for six months and still trying to look like the good little wife in front of his family. His father, Elias, sat across from me in the big leather chair, forty-eight, still built like he never stopped lifting, silver at the temples, eyes that never quite left my body. Ryan’s younger sister, Lila, twenty-one and home from college for the weekend, was curled on the couch in a tiny tank top that barely covered her t**s. Ryan’s older brother, Cole, thirty-one, divorced and living in the guest house, lounged with his legs spread, already half-hard in his sweatpants.
We were all a little drunk. The board game h
