Sienna’s POV

After my father left, I dreaded what would come out of Rhett’s mouth.

He was standing in my doorway like he owned it, one hand gripping the frame, the other shoved deep into his hoodie pocket. His hair was slightly messy, tattoos peeking from the cuff of his sleeve, and there was a look in his eyes that made my stomach twist — not the teasing, infuriating Rhett I was used to, but something heavier.

His face was serious, and his eyes had another depth to it. Something I ...