Emma

“Open the door,” Rett said with a tilt of his chin as he retrieved his phone from his inside suit pocket.

Instead of doing as he said, I stilled, trying to read his expression as he looked down at the screen. Dread twisted my stomach as my pulse sounded in my ears. “It’s not too late, is it?” I was asking about Kyle and Liam.

“No.” His head shook as he sent a text message.

I wanted more information than one ...