Jennifer Ryan Books Novels & Stories

Leaning against the cold brick wall, he took a deep breath to steady himself when a familiar voice called out. "Ryan?" He looked up and met Jena’s gaze. She stood a few steps away, holding a half-finished cocktail in her hand. She wasn’t alone—she had come with a group of friends—but at that moment, her eyes were solely on him. Ryan smirked. "What a coincidence." Jena studied him for a long moment before saying something to her friends and stepping closer. She had never liked Ryan, especially after seeing how he had hurt Ivy. But now, seeing him standing there alone, a quiet loneliness replacing his usual arrogance, she found herself unable to just walk away.