Galen
My phone buzzed in my pockets, I picked it out and threw a glance at the screen. It was Ryan.
He wouldn't be around for the meeting, he was fixing things with his father. His old man gave in first.
I shook my coat from my shoulder and laid it carelessly on the leather couch before reaching for the water in the glass. A sigh ripped out my throat as my mind ran in the opposite direction for the umpteenth time today.
That's enough, Galen. I begged my mind, exhausted.
Yet when I closed my eyes it was the image of them I saw that day in the elevator. It slowly etched in my mind.
That frizzy hair, defined jaw, bulky but lean frame, and intertwined hands
“Why do I keep thinking about them?” I slammed the glass on the little center table, disgusted at myself, and infuriated Mari
