The single shot he’d had in his apartment hadn’t numbed him nearly enough for facing Elizabeth. He drove away from her for the second time that night, and even with her apology fresh in his mind, he didn’t feel any better. She’d said from the beginning that they wouldn’t have anything more than s*x. Business and pleasure didn’t mix.
Now he understood why. She couldn’t trust anyone enough to build a relationship. It had nothing to do with her living in Florida or the amount of travel she did for work. It was all about her f****d-up family and her inability to trust.
The woman should’ve come with a warning label.
He tossed his keys on the counter and grabbed the bottle of whiskey, not even bothering with a glass this time. Taking a swig, he plopped onto the couch. The leather couch Ryan h
