Chapter Seven
Claire gradually managed to relax back against Ryan. The waves were heavier here than they’d been in Los Angeles, the wind brisker, the air wetter. But she was warm and comfortable, Ryan a solid presence at her back, the wine a tasty reminder to relax, that nothing was going to hurt her this evening. Well, probably nothing. She hoped.
She gave a small shake of her head. Doing nothing was dangerous. The guys had convinced her of that. Hiding her head in the sand and pretending she wasn’t making herself sick, as well as vulnerable, was more likely to hurt her than trying this here, now, with Ryan to help her. When her wine was gone, she set the glass down in the sand.
“So. What should I do?”
Ryan’s glass appeared next to hers and his arms came up to wrap around her. “When y
