Aria’s POVDinner with Ryan wasn’t supposed to mean anything.That’s what I told myself when I agreed to it.That’s what I told myself when I walked into the restaurant and saw him already seated, sleeves rolled slightly, looking like he had nothing to prove.And somehow I felt uncomfortable. “You’re late,” he said calmly, picking up a fork.“Sorry, I was busy.”“I figured.”I sat across from him, crossing one leg over the other as I set my clutch down beside me.“You clean up well for someone who used to avoid attention,” he added.“I don’t avoid anything anymore.”“I can see that.”The conversation after that flowed too easily.That was the first problem.“You built all this?” he asked at some point, gesturing lightly with his glass.“Yes, I did.”“On your own?”“Yes.”I pause for a beat, then.“That’s insane.”I almost smiled.“I had help,” I said eventually.He raised an eyebrow, “Max.”Ryan leaned back slightly, studying me. “Do you trust him?”“Yes, I do." My eyes locked to him
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