Rilley’s pov

“You can keep walking away but we both know you’re going to end up in the same room as me again,” I said as soon as we stepped back inside and the patio door slid shut.

The house felt smaller than it had all morning. Every hallway seemed shorter.

Every doorway felt like it was waiting for us to fill it.

Grant went straight to the sink and ran cold water over his hands like that would help. “I need to get some work done. You should go upstairs.”

“I’m not going upstairs.” I followed him into the kitchen and leaned against the counter right next to him....