Ryan
By the time I finished the last file on my desk, my neck was stiff. I leaned back in my chair and stretched until my shoulders protested.
The office had gone quiet hours ago. Most of the club had already eaten dinner. Mine still sat untouched on the corner of my desk.
Ann had brought it nearly forty minutes ago after I told her I wasn't in the mood to join everyone in the dining hall.
I'd gone straight back to work. The food had gone cold.
With a sigh, I pushed my chair back. I needed air more than I needed paperwork.
The cool night greeted me the moment I stepped outside. The breeze was a welcome change after spending most of the day listening to reports, phone calls, and Marco's relentless teasing.
I wandered without any real destination. Just walking. Clearing my head.
As I
