Hailey’s POV
Ryan’s schedule was insane.
I didn’t realize it until I was halfway through it, running from one place to another with his phone buzzing every five minutes and my shirt sticking to my back from sweat. Pharmacy. Private lab. Secure courier. A doctor’s call I had to reschedule because he was too nauseous to talk. By the time I finished the last errand, my legs felt weak.
I sat down hard on a bench outside the building, chest rising fast. Sweat rolled down my temples, dampening my hairline.
“Jesus,” I muttered under my breath, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand.
I checked the time.
My stomach dropped.
“The report,” I whispered. “Damn it.”
Ryan’s final report for the organization. The one only he handled. The one he trusted no one else to touch. I had promised him
