Rhea
Anne stood frozen in the doorway. A stainless-steel spoon lay at her feet, the obvious culprit behind the noise.
Her eyes darted from Ryan...To me. Ryan's hand was still covering mine. "Oh..."
She blinked. "Um..." I could practically see her brain trying to process what she'd just walked into.
"I... I was...I wanted to get...something."
Anne gave an awkward smile. "I'll... I'll just come back later."
"Anne, wait—"
But she was already gone. Her footsteps disappeared down the hallway at record speed.
I closed my eyes. Of course this would happen.
Why did Anne have to walk in right now? Out of every minute in the day, she picked this one.
I let out a groan and covered my face with my free hand.
"Great."
Ryan looked surprisingly calm. "She'll be fine."
I slowly lowered my han
