Ryan’s gaze flicked to the rearview mirror, his eyebrows lifting as he caught mine. “I didn’t know you were interested in dating,” he said, his tone laced with curiosity.
The words left my lips faster than I thought. “Yeah! I wasn’t. Now I am.”
The admission felt unnatural, but I kept my gaze steady. Draven had always been a leech, pulling strength I couldn’t afford to lose. Around him, my resolve always cracked, my chest pounding with a restlessness I despised.
“That’s good news,” Emily chimed in, her fingers flicking across her phone screen. Her tone was nonchalant, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “You should’ve started a long time ago. Not everyone mourns their husband that long.”
Ken turned his head slightly, his brow furrowing as he looked at me.
