Wanted by Her Lost Love

SevenRyan gripped the back of his seat with one handand ran a hand through his hair with the other. “I’msorry.”“I’ve lost my appetite,” she stated flatly as shepushed away from her seat.“Kelly, don’t,” he protested. “You have to eat. Don’tlet that cat ruin our dinner.”Her lips tightened in fury. “That cat seems to knowan awful lot about our situation, wouldn’t you agree?”She turned from the table and stalked toward theentrance of the restaurant. As soon as she hit thelobby, she turned down the long corridor leading totheir suite. Angrily, she jammed the card into thelock, swearing when the light didn’t immediately flashgreen. She slammed the card in again and yankedat the handle when the telltale whir sounded.Once inside, she bolted the door behind her andwent into her bedroom. She perched on the edge ofthe bed, and in the distance she heard knocking andthen Ryan’s angry voice through the door.