Standing by the bank of windows in the executive offices, Ryan gazed out to sea, thinking about the last couple of days as he watched high clouds hugging the horizon. If his emotions hadn’t been so raw after his walk with April, he would have reacted differently to the guest who had called out to him at the cafe. Ryan Finley. It is you, isn’t it?
Ryan Finley. It is you, isn’t it?He should have approached the woman and diffused the situation. He could have told her she was mistaken, perhaps.
But she wasn’t, and that probably would have become even more obvious. Still, he would not have been viewed as running from the accusation. He could have embraced it and laughed it off.
His reaction had set off a firestorm of gossip that blew through the hotel, then leapt to the local news and contin
