I nodded, but the truth was, I wasn’t really thinking about his question.
He kissed my forehead, stood up, and walked toward the door. Just before he left, he turned around and gave me a look I couldn’t quite name. And then he was gone, leaving me there… with hope. And fear.
As I sat there, time moving slower than it had in days, I kept thinking. What if Ryan wasn’t just out to steal from me? What if he wasn’t satisfied with just taking the company or the money? What if he dragged me into something worse? Into something criminal? Jail? I had no Idea what he’d done, what he’d signed, what deals he’d made under my name.
I had been an i***t. For too long.
And then, there was Marcus.
What do I really know about him? Do I trust him because he’s kind? Because he looked at me like I was wort
