Olivia

My stomach clenched as I stared at Ryan's name flashing on my screen, my finger hovering over the answer button.

"Who is it?" Alexander asked, his eyes briefly flicking from the road.

"No one important," I muttered, rejecting the call with a swipe. The screen went dark, and I shoved the phone back into my purse.

Alexander's eyebrow arched. "Didn't look like 'no one important' from your expression."

"It was Ryan." The admission felt like ...