Ryan’s long strides ate the distance between them, and she found herself retreating instinctively until her back hit the wall.
The air thickened. His presence towered over her, tall, restrained fury wrapped in the scent she’d never forgotten.
“Do you think you can walk in here and set the terms?” His voice was low, dangerous. “You disappear for months, come back pregnant, and think you’ll just leave when you please?”
Her chest rose and fell quickly. “Ryan, ”
“Don’t,” he hissed. “Don’t say my name like that.”
She froze.
He braced one hand against the wall beside her head, the other at his side, shaking with the effort it took not to touch her. His proximity was overwhelming, the heat of him, the fury vibrating off his skin, the hurt bleeding through every breath.
“I should hate you,”
