But there was another layer to my underlying anger. Part of me wanted to keep Ryan to myself. I didn’t want to share him with anyone. It was childish of me to be so selfish about my relationship with him. I’d never behaved like that with Donovan or any other man I’d been seeing. Then again, I’d never been with anyone so much younger than me. His age certainly contributed to my possessiveness toward him.
By the time dessert was served, I was more than ready to go, but I suffered through it. I didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until after Ryan and I had left Clay and Patrick’s condo and were back on the street. Ryan seemed to talk non-stop during our short walk to my home. He couldn’t stop singing my friends’ praises. He complimented Clay’s cooking, expressed amazement over how friendly they
