Sienna’s POV

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Rain water dripped from my hair onto the thin lobby carpet as I stared at the man standing at the front desk. Kane Mercer. My ex-fiancé. The man I walked out on two years ago after I caught him with another woman and decided my heart was safer in pieces than in his hands. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead. His black shirt clung to the hard lines of his chest and stomach. That same sharp jaw. Those same gray eyes that used to make me come just...