"So what did you think?" Sarah asked when they were rolling toward the corner once more.
Ryan grinned. "You are a natural darling. You saved me from beating the answers out of him."
"I did not mean that. Although... do you often um... beat answers out of people?" she asked him.
"It has been known to happen," Ryan said, unrepentantly, and turned the wheel. Sarah watched him in silence for a moment or two while she gathered up her courage.
"Is that what happened with Jason Trump?" Sarah asked him.
He drew his brows together. "Who?"
"Jason Trump." Sarah thought that surely he could not have forgotten the name of the man who had been responsible for sending him to prison for two years? "You know, the man you had that fight with twelve years ago."
Ryan's tone was resigned. "Something el
