Tally had everything triple check before lunch. She cleared her inbox and Ryan had an appointment with Marty, his personal trainer, in 10 mins.

Getting up, she walked to his open door. Leaning against the doorjamb, she stood there studying him, as he sat behind his desk facing the computer screen to the right of him. It put his face in profile to where she was standing.

“What is it, Tally?” Ryan said, without looking away from his screen.

Ryan had always been incredibly observant, as if ...