Sienna’s POV

The sun was setting when I finally noticed the book still lying open on the table. The thick law textbook Rhett had been flipping through hours ago before we’d drifted into quiet conversation and easy laughter. The pages were bent slightly from where he’d pressed it shut too quickly, and something glinted faintly from the crease near the spine.

“Hey,” I called softly, glancing toward the kitchen. “You left your book open.”

Rhett’s voice came from behind the ...