Sienna’s POV

The knock rattled my window again, harder this time.

I was still holding my phone when I peeled back the curtain. Rhett stood outside in the dark, hoodie up, his face shadowed, his jaw set like he was barely holding himself together.

He jerked his chin toward the latch. “Open up.”

I hesitated, every sensible part of me screaming to leave him standing out there. But the other part—the reckless and stubborn I need to win part—wanted to see him mad.

I unlatched the ...