I padded in my bare feet out to the kitchen, where Steele was trying to figure out how to cook breakfast. Kaden was the cook in the group and a Food Channel junkie. Steel and I could barely boil water. Our idea of cooking was a frozen pizza or Top Ramen.

“Who’s in there with you?” Steele stared at the uncooked bacon and eggs sitting on the counter as if hoping they might cook themselves.

“Do you really have to ask me that question?”

“No, I guess not. So, you finally wore her down?”

“You could say that. I’m stubborn as hell. What’s this about Kaden?”

“We were out last night, and he got wasted drunk. I mean really wasted. I tried to get him to leave when I did, but he wouldn’t. He was hanging with Ziggy and Cave and several women. This morning he’s not answering his phone. His bed hasn’t been slept in.”

“And that’s a problem? I’m not sure what’s unusual about that. He rarely tells us what he’s up to. And if he’s with his secret girlfriend, he never answers his phone. What’s changed?”

“He wasn’t texting her or anything, and he was in a weird mood.”

“Weird how?” I was puzzled but not necessarily concerned. Kaden was capable of handling himself.

“He was quiet. Almost sullen. Usually, he’s the life of the party. A jokester. He was irritable and cruising for a fight.”

“He’s been odd for a while now, ever since he stopped disappearing to see his girlfriend. He’ll get over it. Sounds like he had a good time last night and hasn’t gotten out of bed yet to come home.”

“I’m worried.”

“Call Cave or Ziggy.”

“I did. They don’t answer either.”

My brow shot up as I regarded my friend. Steele was naïve at times. How he managed to play hockey all these years and not be more streetwise, I’d never know. “They’re probably having an orgy. He’ll come home when he’s good and ready.”

“Kaden’s missing?” Geneva asked from behind us. We both turned to look at her. To his credit, Steele didn’t comment on how mussed up she was or the obvious hickey on her neck.

“No, he stayed out all night. He’s not missing. Steele’s overreacting.”

Geneva walked up to me, and I gave her a hug and kiss. The kiss was meant to be brief, but I got lost in the moment and didn’t stop until Geneva pressed her palms against my chest and pushed me away. She smiled up at me, her lips swollen from all the kisses we’d shared. Her hair was mussed and her face flushed. She looked like a woman who’d been well fucked all night long.

She inclined her head toward Steele, who wordlessly watched us.

“Voyeur,” I shot at him. “Find your own girl.”

He grimaced and rolled his eyes. “Asshole.”

Before he could volley further insults my way, the front door opened, and Kaden entered. He looked like a man who’d been out all night partying. He half staggered to the kitchen and struggled to climb onto a stool without tipping it and him over.