Champagne Confessions

ROWAN’S POV

Cleo and I exchange glances.

“We’re not conspiring,” I call back. “We’re bonding. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Sienna appears in my doorway, a champagne bottle dangling from one elegant hand and a smile playing at her lips.

She’s changed into something silky and expensive-looking, a loungewear set, and she moves with the particular grace of someone who has never doubted her right to ta