Pat skips past the pleasantries and small talk as if she could sense my urgency to speak. "So when you were in here yesterday you left off on getting upstairs and how you felt a subtle change between the two of you after the kiss." She crosses her legs as I drop onto the couch. I may have been clam but that doesn't mean that thinking about Ryan still didn't piss me off.
"Yes." I say. "Pat," I start cautiously while clenching my hands together. "I was wondering if Ryan did get in contact with me and I could convince him to come here would you turn him in? Because we've established that he did what he did out of desperation. Well, I have." I asked. I was trying to gauge her tone and body language on what she would do.
"Well, legally I would have to, because he is wanted, but I don't see
