Sienna’s POV

My father’s knuckles rapped once more on the door, firmer this time.

“Sienna,” he said, each syllable clipped and low. “Open it. Now.”

The words dropped into my stomach like stones. I stood there frozen, every breath catching like it might give me away. Behind that door was Rhett. And if Dad opened it—if he saw Rhett in my room—my entire world would detonate.

“Dad…” I forced a weak smile, wrapping my arms around myself. “It’s late. Can’t this wait ...