Sienna The man in the suit stood there, his presence a sharp contrast to the warmth that had filled the room just moments before. His words echoed in my mind, but I couldn’t focus on them. Not when I was standing here with Rhett, his hand still brushing mine, his breath still mingling with mine. Finally, truly, free from the weight of the lies and secrets that had defined us for so long.

The lawyer, if that’s what he was, wasn’t a threat. Not yet, anyway. But as I looked at him, his eyes ...