Ivy.

“This is yours, Ivy.”

Cole is in the doorway of his study with my notebook open in one hand. The red one. The one I shove under the mattress and still somehow left on the kitchen chair like a stupid girl who wanted to get caught.

I freeze in the hall. “Give it back.”

“Come in and close the door.”

I do it. My face is already hot. He sets the notebook on the desk blotter and taps page one with two fingers.

“Sit up here.”

“Cole.”

“On the desk. Now.”

I boost myself onto the wood. The desk is cold through my shorts. He steps between my knees...