“I was just looking at it,” I say quickly, spinning around. When I turn, I’m face-to-face with Ryan Langley. His blond curls are slicked back, tucked behind his ears, and those pretty green eyes carry a hint of a laugh. “Hey, Tess,” he says, his All-American smile warming my insides. He looks delectable in that navy suit. He lost the tie ages ago. I can see the tail of it poking out of his pocket.
