“I see.” Instantly, his entire demeanor transformed back into the man she’d met that night at the airport. All businesslike, emotionless, short sentences.
I guess that was her answer. He was going to break all ties and she didn’t blame him.
She adjusted the strap on her purse and started to walk toward Michael. Do it quickly, like a Band-Aid and it won’t hurt so much. Besides, they didn’t have a second to waste.
“Wait.” Ryan grabbed her arm, stopping her progress. “Where are you going?” His fingers burned tiny prickles of heat into her skin.
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