I don't stop running, not even when he calls my name. I want to laugh at my luck. I want to laugh at fate. I want to laugh at the universe for doing this to me, but I find tears in my eyes instead.
What are the odds that I escaped LA to get as far away from the man as possible, only for him to find me here, with Ash?
Pretty small, it would seem.
Christ. He'd seen Ash. I can't wait around for him to come into my life and take my son from me. To where do I need to run this time? Italy? Spain? Antarctica?
Ryan catches my arm and sudden yanks me back with it, forcing me to turn around and look at him.
My heart skips as his beautiful eyes bear into mine. He is still so handsome, it hurts to look at him. Somehow, over the years, he's gotten hotter and more irresistible. His sharp jawline an
