I’d put it in my room. On my dresser. Yet it’s not here.

My minds drifts to thoughts of Raegan. Only this time, instead of images of her smile, her eyes, or her naked body, it ends up on a grim discovery.

Did Raegan steal the ring?

I’ve taken plenty of girls back to my apartment over the years. Never have I been robbed. But my grandmother’s ring is gone, and coincidentally, so is Raegan. Maybe she left because she took something that didn’t belong to her. She saw an opportunity and seized it while I was asleep.

Call me naïve, but I didn’t get that vibe from Raegan. I know she was a stranger, but she seemed like a sweet girl. Genuine.

Turns out she’s nothing but a con artist. She didn’t even have to sleep with me to get what she wanted.

Guess I’m a sucker for a pretty face.

The thought settles into my mind like a planted seed.

Raegan stole the ring.

How am I going to explain this one to Dad?

My hand shakes as I turn the knob to enter my parents’ house.

The delicious scent of garlic fills my nostrils, but my stomach doesn’t growl like it normally does. I’m about to tell my father that his mother’s ring, our family heirloom, has been stolen.

All because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants.

“You’re late, Golden Boy.” Josh strides toward the entryway, beer already in hand.

I level my brother with a look. “I told you not to call me that.”

“Which is exactly why I do.”

I roll my eyes and shoulder past him to find Dad.

At the end of the hallway, the door to Dad’s office is open. I knock on the doorframe and step inside.

He glances in my direction before returning his eyes to his computer screen. “Is dinner ready? I’m almost done.”

I close the door and lock it so Josh won’t be able to barge in. He’s the last person I want to hear the news I’m about to break to Dad.

“I need to talk to you about something.” I take a seat in the leather chair opposing Dad’s large oak desk.

He swivels in his chair to face me and folds his hands on the desk. “What’s wrong?”

Releasing a shaky breath, I blurt it out before I lose my nerve. “I can’t find Nana’s ring.”

His eyebrows pinch together. “What do you mean you can’t find it?”

I run my fingers through my hair, pulling at the ends in frustration. “I’ve looked everywhere for it. I thought I left it on my dresser, but this morning I woke up and it’s gone.”