Forbidden Romance Tales
But every comment felt like a secret message meant only for her.
When the planner mentioned the honeymoon suite, Ryan’s gaze flickered to Leana, a spark of something hot and possessive in his eyes before he looked away. When David joked about finally making an honest woman out of Julie, Ryan’s hand, resting on the table, curled into a subtle fist. Leana felt every silent communication like a shout in the quiet room.
They had dinner together. Dinner unfolded in a blur of voices and clinking silverware. Julie was radiant, David was charming, and Ryan was impeccable. He talked about expansion plans for his firm, new projects on the West Coast, and, somehow, Leana’s career came up.