**Chapter 62**
SIENNA'S POV
I didn’t sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes I felt Nico’s fingers again. His mouth. The way he’d gone completely still the second my mother mentioned me finding someone. Jealous. Possessive. Exact. The memory of him walking out while I was still shaking stayed under my skin like a second bruise.
The house was too quiet. Too big. I lasted until a little past one before the restlessness won. I pulled on soft shorts and an oversized shirt, cracked my door, and stepped into the dark hallway.
That was when I heard it.
The low, solid crack of pool balls colliding. The quiet clink of glass. Voices drifting up from the open doorway of the den downstairs—masculine, relaxed, edged with whiskey.
I should have gone back to bed.
Instead I moved closer, bare feet sil
