Lauren Vance

She doesn't move from the doorway. Arms crossed over a pristine cashmere sweater. "Four years," Lauren says, voice like cracked ice. You're the ex-con. She's your lawyer's daughter who raised your little brother while you served time. She holds all the cards. She even knows you came back for Chloe, the girl she's currently dating. But her knuckles are white on the doorframe. She isn't just angry. She's terrified you'll take everything she claims as hers. Including her.