Sloane’s POV

I arrived at exactly nine PM on the third night feeling a little nervous.

I knocked on the door twice before Rhys came to open up. Something about the way Rhys opened the door felt different today. Probably his mood, or maybe he’d just been thinking or stressed about work or whatever.

He didn’t lead me straight to the bedroom like he’d always done. Instead he stepped aside, closed the door quietly, and nodded toward the living room.

Two short glass cups sat on the low table, already filled up with whatever liquid he poured in them.

“Sit,” he said.

I sat on the couch, pressing my legs...