The other guy was dressed sharp in a suit, all clean lines and good looks. His deep, dark eyes locked on me without blinking—a blank face, but with a chill hidden underneath.
Ronald Wright.
The minute our eyes met, a weird cold crept over me. I couldn't even meet his gaze for long. He always accused me of moving on too fast, and now? It’s like I handed him the perfect ammo. He had to be pissed—really, really pissed. I just hoped he wouldn't do something dramatic in front of everyone.
I quickly looked away, turning to Emma Lewis instead.
She spoke a few words to the foreign guy before walking over. Her pretty face was tight with tension.
Jessica Bryant let out a light laugh as she spoke, "Emma, I didn’t expect you so soon. We were just heading out to buy some groceries. Why
