Tally leaned back in her chair and stretched her arms into the air over her head, letting out a moan at the pull on her muscles. Before lowering her hands to rub her tired eyes. She had just finished the last letter Ryan had left for her to type up. He hadn’t needed it until tomorrow, and he had told her to go home at five. But she had still stayed back to make up for her very long lunch. Standing, she looked at Ryan, who was still working at his desk. It was late, looking at the clock on her ...