Sierra's POV Arthur's kiss lingered more than I would want to admit to myself. The look in his eyes and his words were sealed in my mind. It was hard to get rid of. I didn't want to, but my body yearned for him.And his invitation was making me think things I shouldn't. Shaking my head, I pushed the door to the house open, stepping into the living room. Placing my keys on the table, I took off my jacket.“Where's Elvis?” I asked Dad, who was seated before the television, watching a game.“In his room, taking a nap,” he replied.I nodded, heading for the stairs. “Sierra,” Dad called. “Come sit,” he tapped the space beside him.He paused the game, his expression serious. Once I took a seat, he sighed. “I promised your mother I would not bring it up, but I'm worried,” he said.My brows furrowed, confused. “What is it, Dad?” I asked.“What truly happened in California?”My heart sank, and a knot formed of
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