“I take it you saw the pictures.”
Ryan didn’t respond. His gaze stayed on me, steady, searching.
Then he asked quietly, “Do you love him?”
The question settled between us.
I looked away first, pretending to study the framed sketches on the wall of my office. “It makes no difference.”
He leaned back slightly. “That’s not the answer to my question, Liora.”
Hearing my name in his voice after so long did something strange to me. It was deeper now, rougher. I didn’t like how it got to me.
I forced myself to shrug. “It honestly doesn’t matter, Ryan. You’ve moved on. You have a girlfriend and I’m getting married. Love or not, it changes nothing.”
A faint tension crossed his face. “Are you marrying him because of your family?”
“No.”
“Are they forcing you?”
I let out a breath. “No one’s
