Chapter 8
Nearly three weeks had passed since Ryan showed up at my door with a black eye, and although the bruise had healed and no new ones appeared, I still worried about him living with Andrew. But I didn’t raise the subject again and neither did he, so I figured the waters between them had calmed significantly and I could relax a little. Unfortunately, my period of relaxation was short-lived when Donovan showed up at my condo one Friday night. I don’t even know why I let him in, but I did.
He looked good dressed in dark jeans and a light gray Henley. His light brown hair had been cut recently and he looked like he’d lost weight. I hadn’t seen him in months, so his sudden, unexpected visit threw me for a loop. My immediate thought was that something was wrong.
“What’s going on, Donov
