“Your dress has had its moment. Trust me, no one has kept their eyes off you, but you’re shivering. You’re taking my jacket.”
I’m not shivering because I’m cold.
Regardless, I tug the lapels together, covering me with the jacket’s warmth and Ryan’s scent—crisp and refined.
Ryan retakes his seat, his legs trapping mine once again. “Remind me of that guy’s name.”
I feign innocence. “What guy?”
“You know which guy.”
“Rio? He plays for the Raptors. You’ve met him before.”
“So, you see him every time you’re on the road for work?”
“Yes.”
He nods, those ocean eyes staying calm, cool, collected—a Ryan Shay signature. “Is there something going on between you two?”
“What?” I burst with a laugh. “No.”
He doesn’t respond, waiting for me to elaborate.
“He is a good friend, though.”
“J
