Rhett arrived at the house with two bottles of water and a question.
“Am I going to need both of these?”
Sutton stepped aside to let him in.
“Possibly.”
“That reassuring, huh?”
She had chosen the small sitting room at the back of the house. Lena knew they needed privacy, and the existing coverage knew where Sutton was. There was no reason to go looking for an isolated place on the ranch to have a difficult conversation.
Rhett put the bottles on the table and sat on the couch.
Sutton took the chair opposite, then immediately regretted how much it resembled an interview.
“You said this was about us,” he said.
“It is.”
“All right.”
She had practiced the opening twice while making coffee and discarded both versions. Neither sounded like something she'd say to him.
“I slept with Bec
