I didn’t knock.I didn’t pause or take a breath or think about how it would look barging into the sitting room like that, barefoot, tablet in hand, barely even dressed.Ryan was on a call, sleeves rolled up, a whisky glass untouched on the table beside him. He looked up when I came in, eyes scanning me fast.. confused first, then alert.“I’ll call you back,” he said into the phone, and ended the call.I tossed the tablet onto the table between us.“The fuck is this?”He blinked once. Looked down.The image was still open on the screen. Bright and sharp.Us, in the closet.Kissing.His jaw tightened. “Where did you get that?”“Don’t ask me like you don’t know,” I snapped. “It was emailed to me. No name, no subject. Just that.”He stood slowly. “When?”“Ten minutes ago.”His eyes stayed on the photo, like he was trying to memorize every detail.I crossed my arms. “You’re not even surprised.”“I’m furious,” he said calmly. “There’s a difference.”“You don’t look furious.”“I don’t perfo
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