"Absolutely not. And neither did Ryan. We would never violate Rowen's trust like that. Or yours. Actually," she says as she throws some butter into the potatoes, "I never look at those pictures when they are leaked. If I'm going to subscribe to the belief that it's a violation of someone's privacy, I need to give anyone in this situation the same kind of respect."
I clasp my hands together in my lap and look up at her, tears in my eyes. "Thank you," I say quietly. She smiles.
Suddenly the back door opens and the guys walk in, faces flushed from the cold.
"Hey! Close that door! You're getting my food cold," Denise scolds.
Ryan slams the door behind him, stalks over to her and wraps his arms around her. "Bangers and mash," he says as he kisses her on the neck, making her squeal from the
