Cannon? What did he have to do with any of this?

“What do you mean?” I expected that she’d be worried about her mom. Or that she’d feel awful about Bob.

Allie pushed a chunk of chestnut-colored hair behind her ear. “Cannon has been taking care of our mom since he was a little boy. But when she met Bob and got married, Cannon could finally just be Cannon—a normal college kid, focusing on his own goals and aspirations.”

I frowned, knowing that was never actually true. I was fairly certain that Cannon’s master plan in life was always to take care of his mom, regardless of whether Bob was in the picture or not. It was one of the reasons he chose a career path that would set him up financially to be able to help; it was just who he was. But I wasn’t about to argue with Allie. Their entire family had been through enough these past forty-eight hours.

Cannon chose that exact moment to enter the kitchen. He looked tired. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his expression was etched into a scowl. Yet he still managed to look rugged and masculine and beautiful.

Ever since he’d left my bed in the middle of the night, he’d been staying here at his mom and Bob’s house. Well, I supposed now it was just his mom’s house. Part of me couldn’t help but wonder if he’d decide to move in here with her now. It was a forty-five-minute drive to the hospital, instead of the ten-minute drive from my place, but I knew that if she needed him, Cannon wouldn’t hesitate. He’d pack his bags and wish me well, and that would be the end of my days with my roommate and the forbidden tryst we’d shared. It would kill me if he left, and I wasn’t ready to face that just yet.

I was curious about how he was holding up, and though I’d seen him during the events of the last couple of days, I hadn’t spent any time alone with him, hadn’t spoken more than a dozen words to him. I didn’t know how he was doing or what he might be thinking.

“Have a beer with us, Cannon,” Allie said, patting the bar stool next to hers.

Cannon grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge, and twisted off the cap before sinking down onto the stool.

We sat in silence for a few moments, each of us nursing our beverages and unsure what to say to fill the void. Life could change in an instant, and that harsh reality was sinking in hard for all of us.

Susanne poked her head into the kitchen. Her face was puffy and her eyes swollen, but for now at least, there were no tears. She was holding it together for the time being.

“Hey, guys, can I get some help with Bob’s uncle Fritz? His car’s stuck on the front lawn.”

My eyebrows jumped. I’d met Uncle Fritz earlier. He was ninety-seven, and I was pretty sure he had no business driving.

Cannon rose from his seat but Allie patted his shoulder, forcing him back down. “Sit. Have a drink. I’ve got this.”

I gave Allie a sympathetic smile and watched her follow her mom from the kitchen. I glanced over toward Cannon, searching for something to say. Without Allie sitting between us, we suddenly felt too close, too exposed. Like someone was going to walk in and take one look at us and know we’d been sleeping together these past few weeks. That was how real and palpable our connection felt. One look and someone would read every intense feeling, every secret desire I harbored for this man.

Cannon turned toward me, abandoning his beer on the counter. His gaze roamed over me, hungry and unashamed. A warm tingle spread over my skin as he wet his lower lip with his tongue, so brief, I barely noticed it.

“Come with me,” he bit out.

His hand tightened around mine, tugging me along. Before I knew what I was doing, I was following him out the back door and into the dimly lit garage. It was quiet as all the voices inside the house faded into silence. Dust particles floated in the air in the swath of late-afternoon light pouring through the lone window.

We were alone for the first time in days, and Cannon didn’t waste a minute. He kissed me roughly, pushing his hands into my hair and fusing his mouth to mine. I staggered a step back, confused and reeling from his sudden onslaught, but Cannon didn’t let up, backing me up until my butt pressed against an old canvas-covered car.

I knew Bob had owned an auto repair shop, and I was sure this was one of his projects. It should have felt wrong to be here, using it as a prop in our depraved act, but strangely, it didn’t. Bob was outgoing and sociable. He loved cars, but he loved his wife even more. I had a strange sense of peace knowing that perhaps he’d be happy this old car would still be of use. Weird, I know, but that was how I justified to myself what was happening.

When Cannon’s hands skimmed up my thighs, under my skirt, I gasped into his mouth. “What are we doing?”

“I’m going to fuck you on the hood of this car, princess.” His tone left no room for negotiation.

Holy shit.

His fingers crawled up my skin, evoking chill bumps as they moved north, hooking into the sides of my panties. I’d worn a long-sleeved, knee-length black sweater dress today. It had seemed modest when I’d put it on this morning, but now I could see that it gave Cannon the easy access he was craving.

Cannon tugged my panties down my thighs until they fell freely past my knees, stopping on my suede ankle boots. My brain was still scrambling to catch up.

What had changed from when Cannon told me we were done? What could he possibly be thinking when his mom and sister were on the other side of a door not twenty feet away from where we stood? What in the fuck was happening?

I pulled a deep breath into my lungs.