Shane took a drink of his coffee, watching Luke cautiously over the brim of the cup. Ryan looked from one man to the other and swore she could feel the tension between them. Luke had been courteous, but his expression was none too welcoming, and Ryan recalled their conversation the night she’d told him about Shane and her miscarriage. Since I can’t go back and stop him from hurting you, I can only return the favor, he’d said. She really hoped it wouldn’t come to that but suspected it wouldn’t take much to push him into acting on that instinct.
The look on Shane’s face didn’t give her much hope that they’d be able to maintain a civil conversation. His wariness was laced with irritation.
With them standing in the same room, it was hard not to make comparisons. Other than the fact that Luke
