Ryan glanced over his shoulder at me, clocked my hunched stance with a scowl. “Just so you know, there’s a soaking tub the size of a swimming pool in my bathroom and it has eighty-four jets. It’s brought me back from the dead more than a few times.” That was an opening if I’d ever seen one. “If that’s your way of asking me to get naked in your room, you should’ve said something a lot sooner.” Several wedges of cheese tumbled out of his hands and hit the floor. He dropped his head as a raspy breath rattled out of him. “Emmeline.” “It was always going to be weird,” I said. “I just kicked it in
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