Ryan listens to whoever is speaking on the other end of the phone before hanging up.
“I’ve got to go. An emergency popped up at the company that I need to return to deal with. You go on inside. Take tomorrow to rest and prepare for your date with Ethan. I’ll come get you when its time to go meet him,” he instructs, then hops out of the car, comes around the front, and opens my door.
“Is the emergency something I can help with? Do you need me to—”
“Thanks, but I can handle it. It’s nothing for you to be worried about,” he says, waving off my question. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He watches me until I enter my house and only leaves after I close the door.
Was that true? Was there an emergency at the company or was he lying to keep me from worrying.
“Do you trust me?”
Ethan’s voice w
