When I got home. I knew something was wrong the moment I opened the front door.
Ryan was sitting in the living room. He wasn’t watching television. He wasn’t using his phone. He was simply sitting there, waiting.
His eyes moved from my face to my workout clothes. “Didn't you get my text? Where were you?”
I closed the door behind me. “I went out.”
His eyebrows lifted. “Out?”
“Yes.”
“That’s your answer?”
I dropped my bag beside the couch. “What answer were you expecting?”
He stood slowly. “You left the house without telling me.”
“I didn’t realize I needed permission.”
“I didn’t say you needed permission.” He bounced back.
“You didn’t have to.”
Ryan stared at me. “You joined a gym.”
I looked at him. “Yes.”
“When?”
“Today.”
“And you couldn’t tell me?”
I laughed softly. “Why w
