to feel anything other than broken even for this man who is sexy and controlling in his own way. “Ryan,” I say, breaking the spell I wish I could allow myself to fall under. “Hmm?” “You’re really good at pretending when no one else is around. Now we need to work on it for when we have an audience.” Ryan sits back in his chair, creating a needed distance between us. “Right,” he says before finishing off his whiskey. “I’ll work on it.”
