Ryat pulls a sucker out of his mouth, leaning his forearms on the railing. “You let her wear that?” “It’s her uniform,” I answer. “Yeah.” He sucks on the sucker once more before pulling it free from his mouth. “I get why you’re doing it, but how are you doing it?” I push off the railing and turn to face him. He shrugs at my silence. “Even before I loved my wife, she was mine. And I don’t like anyone seeing what belongs to me.” He pulls his cell out of his pocket to reply to a text he just received,
#ryatblakely
