Chapter 9Six months later
A knock at the door disturbed Ryan from sleep. He blinked, feeling the pounding in his head immediately from the champagne, his mouth dry. He sat up, a wave of nausea overwhelming him, and swung his legs off the edge of the bed. He pulled on a T-shirt and boxers as he made his way to the door, looking at his watch, prepared to berate the caller if it was too early. But it was nearly midday, to his surprise.
When he pulled open the door, his heart surged as he saw his visitor. He remembered every detail of their encounter last night at the gallery. “Dude, I’m hung over and not in the mood for any more bullshit from you.”
Harley was pale, dark circles under those startling amber eyes, his hair disheveled and hanging over his forehead in glossy strands. “I didn’t
