Tally shifted towards the door and placed her bag on the chair. She then returned to his bed, feeling his eyes fixed on her every move.
“What do you want to know?” Tally asked. Then, remembering, she added. “Nothing too personal until I speak to Dr. Monroe or Dr. Clark.”
“Ashley didn’t mind sharing her views on our relationship,” Ryan let her know.
Tally, even more angry, snorted. “Yeah, I’m sure. Let me guess. I’m a gold digger that tricked you into bed and used a pregnancy to get you to marry me?”
When she saw his eyes reflect sorrow, Tally stopped remembering he still believed Ashley’s baby had been his. He still carried the weight of the miscarriage. But Tally was even more sure now that Ryan wasn’t the father. Also, she was playing into Ashley’s story. Because it was the theory sh
