Forbidden Romance Tales
“Ryan.”
“Leana,” she offered, her voice steadier than she felt.
“Leana,” he repeated, rolling it on his tongue like he was tasting it. “Beautiful name.”
Their hands didn’t part right away. He studied her with that same unnerving intensity, and for once, she didn’t feel like the one in control.
She broke the silence with a sly smile. “Do you always stare at strangers from across the room?”
“Only when they’re worth staring at,” Ryan replied easily. He leaned closer, and she caught the faint scent of whiskey and something darker. “And you’ve been worth it all night.”