Ethan POV
Another declined call.
I exhaled slowly, tapping a finger against my desk. Seven times.
She wasn’t just ignoring me—she was avoiding me, and instead of irritation I was intrigued.
Riley Bennett didn’t strike me as the type to run from anything. She had sat across from me at dinner, bold as ever, challenging every word that left my mouth. And now, suddenly, radio silence?
That wasn’t how this worked.
I leaned back in my chair, rolling my phone between my fingers. If she thought avoiding me would end things, she was mistaken.
I wasn’t chasing her.
But I would find out why she was running.
David barely glanced up from his laptop. “Let me guess—still no answer?”
I didn’t respond.
David smirked. “Ah. Ghosted already. That has to be a record, even for you.”
I ignored him. “
