Scarlett POV
The plane touched down, and I stayed in my seat until we reached the gate.
My head still felt heavy from the sleep I’d managed on the flight.
When I glanced sideways, Ryan looked even more closed-off than usual—shoulders set, jaw locked, eyes fixed somewhere past the seat in front of him.
I couldn’t read him, and I decided not to spend the energy trying.
Once we were off the plane, I grabbed a luggage cart and loaded both our suitcases onto it.
My fingers had just closed around the handle when a larger pair of hands took it from me.
I looked up. Ryan was already pushing the cart forward, expression unchanged.
For a second, I simply stood there. I hadn’t expected him to do it himself.
I would not complain.
For all his usual seriousness, my boss could be surp
