chapter 10

Samantha

I was trying not to think about him.

Trying not to completely lose my mind with anxiety and panic.

I tried to focus on my task of shelving new books, so I didn’t have to worry about Ryan being back in town.

Having slipped several books into place, I stepped off my stepladder and grabbed my cart of tomes, dragging it to the next grouping of shelves that needed replenishing. What was I going to do? When Jason had told me he was inviting Ryan, I’d hid my anxiety from him, but I’d been a nervous mess ever since. A part of me had known this would happen one day, but I’d hoped I’d have some idea of what to do before then.

If Ryan was in the wedding, he was going to find out about Henry. Ryan wasn’t an idiot. He’d be able to put two-and-two together. I needed to figure out some explanation, some excuse to keep Ryan from figuring out the truth.

If Ryan found out he had a son and that I’d kept Henry from him, he would be furious. Then, of course, my family would find out. Jason would