
Chapter 4
Ryan had chosen, out of the short list of people Ronan thought they could get away with speaking to, to speak to the guy who had served them pizza the previous night. Wayne was whistling as he tidied behind the serving counter when Ryan walked in, the final note stuttering to a shrill stop as he shoved the heavy door closed behind him. An appraising pair of eyes deliberately lingered over him, and Ryan fought back a groan on taking in the confident posture and cocky smile.
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        Published on June 04, 2020 12:00