Ryan’s POV
The back porch was in a state of disrepair. Broken boards and railings marred what had once been a graceful wrap-around. It had seen some hard times.
So had I.
My chin was covered in stubble, and I think I’d been wearing the same flannel shirt for a few days now.
It didn’t matter.
I really needed to handle some things. There was a stack of reports I couldn’t be bothered to look at. There were pack dramas to adjudicate. My Beta was starting to get downright hostile about my procrastination.
But all I could think about was her.
I hadn’t realized how much more full she had made my life feel. She had listened to my problems and pointed out how I had the tools to make them better. She had always been in my corner.
And then I had f****d it up.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t
