Sienna
"SORRY," I said automatically when my shoulder bumped into someone just outside the elevator.
I was still looking at my phone, distracted by unread emails and supplier updates after an exhausting day at work. I had already stepped aside when the person suddenly called my name.
"Sienna?"
The voice made me freeze. I looked up and immediately felt my guard rise.
Alistair stood in front of me in a dark coat, calm and composed but the sight of him dragged up memories I would rather leave buried. Riverside. Endless expectations. Conversations disguised as concern but always ending with pressure.
I straightened slightly and forced my expression neutral. "What are you doing here?"
"That's a cold welcome," he said with a faint smile. "I'm in Silvercreek for work. I tho
