I told myself I was imagining it.
That little twitch of Ryan’s jaw… that flex like his molars were trying to chew through steel… it meant nothing. Nothing. Maybe he was grinding his teeth because the coffee was too bitter or maybe the air conditioning in the hallway was malfunctioning and he was overheating or maybe he’d just read an email from the stock market demons and lost three million in three minutes and that was why his nostrils flared like he was about to start a bar fight in a boardroom. It wasn’t about me. Or Jack. Or Jack whispering something in my ear that made me laugh a little too loud. It wasn’t about Jack grazing his hand on my back like it belonged there. It wasn’t about Jack grinning like a man who’d already won.
It couldn’t be.
Because Ryan didn’t do feelings. Ryan d
