THE days after were the slow kind. Amelia was in her office when Ryan knocked and leaned against the doorframe the way he always did when he was about to say something she didn’t want to hear.
“You need to take the week off,” he said worriedly, his brows drawing together.
She didn’t look up from the file she was reviewing. “I’m fine, Ryan. I've already told you that.”
“That’s what you always say.” Ryan pointed out.
“Because it’s always true.”
Ryan came in and sat down across from her. He didn’t say anything else. He just sat there with his arms crossed, watching her with the careful attention of someone who had known her long enough to know exactly how stubborn she could be.
She made it three more minutes before she looked up. “What do you want? Why are you still here, Ryan? I'm tryi
