Ryan:
The sink filled with soapy water as I rinsed the last plate, the repetitive motions giving my hands something to do while my mind churned. Dani's face wouldn't leave my head—the bruises, the fear that flickered in her eyes despite the bravado she clung to. My chest tightened just thinking about it.
"Do you ever stop brooding?"
I glanced at Julian, who leaned lazily against the counter, drying a glass with exaggerated ease. His grin was sharp and knowing, the kind of look that made me want to hit something—preferably him.
"Not now." I shoved a plate into the drying rack with more force than necessary.
"Especially not now," he muttered with amusement. "Is this about the contract marriage idea or your father?"
I clenched my jaw. Julian's mouth had a way of getting under……
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