CHAPTER TWELVEPOV: ZaraShe’d been sitting in Ryan’s car for twenty minutes.Talking about nothing. Watching the clock. Telling herself Marcus just needed time, that Damon could handle it, that everything was going to be fine in the way she’d been telling herself things were fine all weekend and been wrong every single time.Then Ryan’s phone rang.She didn’t see the screen. He angled it away, small movement, barely anything, the kind of thing you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t already hyperaware of every tiny deviation from normal.She noticed.“Who’s that?” she asked.“Work thing.” He silenced it. Put the phone face down on his thigh.She looked at him. At his profile in the dark car. At the slight tension around his jaw that hadn’t been there an hour ago.“On a Saturday night?”“You know how it is.” Easy. Smooth. He reached over and squeezed her hand. “You should go back in. Get your medication.”“Right.” She didn’t move.His phone lit up again on his thigh. Face down. Screen blee
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