Ryan stood there , expression unreadable, jaw clenched, eyes flicking between them with an icy precision that made the room feel ten degrees colder.
Oliver straightened unconsciously, his posture stiffening.
Ryan walked toward them slowly, every step filled with a calmness that made Eve panic inside. Ryan never exploded immediately. He simmered , quiet, lethal, calculating.
“Mr. Macintire,” Ryan said in a polite tone wrapped in steel. “I didn’t realise we had company.”
Oliver cleared his throat. “I didn’t expect to run into Eve here. I just wanted to, ”
“catch up?” Ryan finished, lips curving in a controlled smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Understandable. My wife makes an impression.”
The word wife was a deliberate punch.
Oliver bristled.
Eve’s heartbeat hammered in her ears.
