Sienna POV

The way he looked at me made warmth crawl up under my skin. Not in a romantic way—no. It was the kind of look people use when they’re trying to understand you without you having to speak. A knowing kind of quiet. And it made me feel… exposed.

His jaw tightened just slightly, like he was sorting through something in his head. Then his voice came, calm and firm:

“I think, based on the day you’ve had, you should come with me.”

It wasn’t a suggestion. It wasn’t even ...