Ryan held her heels and his tux jacket. Iris, my girl, was breathless and flushed, smiling as if life had given her something she had stopped asking for.
Then she went to the kitchen to get him a glass of water.
The second she disappeared, Ryan turned to me.
His smile was gone.
Ryan held her heels and his tux jacket.
« You have five minutes, » he said.
I gripped the hallway table. « Excuse me, Ryan? »
His voice stayed low. « Five minutes to tell Iris the truth, Jane. Ma’am. Or I will. »
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