Time to go home.” Groggy, I forced my eyes open as someone shook me again. “Lisa.” “Jace?” My stepbrother stood over me, his hair wet from a shower, dressed in a button-down shirt and jeans, his eyes looking worried. “What time is it?” “Nine thirty.” “Why are you waking me up so early?” Had he planned some new chore I had to do? “I’m sleepy.” “Time to go home. Come on. I have your things ready. You can take the car. I’ll find a ride later.” “What? Why?” I sat up, remembering the events of the day before, of the night before. The memory made me glance at his cock for a moment as I leaned against the headboard. But the look on his face made me worry. This was not the easygoing, devil-may-care Jace I knew. It wasn’t the one who had proposed this weekend in the first place. “What’s wrong?
