“I’m sorry?” Kenna’s eyelids fluttered as she stared at me, dumbstruck. I knew it may not have been the best time to bring it up, but the curiosity nipped at me.

“Please.” I slipped into the bed and grabbed her hands. “After everything we’ve been through. All the years I’ve kept a torch burning for you. Tell me who he is.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear and flattened her lips into a tight line. “Just a guy I know.” “Don’t lie to me,” I warned.

She batted her eyes. “Why? Will you punish me?”

“Maybe,” I said, letting the playfulness drop as I heaved a sigh. “You mumbled...