Wanted by Her Lost Love

elieved in her then. She didn’t really care what hechose to do now. The desire for him to stand behindher and protect her had fizzled when she realizedthat she’d never had his love or his faith.God, what was she doing here? Just being in NewYork again brought back too many memories shewould be better off forgetting.Restless and sick at heart, she made her wayback into the kitchen and took stock of the contentsof the refrigerator and cabinets. Deciding that shehad all the necessary ingredients for one of herfavorite dishes, she began laying them out on thecountertop. At least it would give her something todo and lunch would be taken care of. She’d alwaysloved to cook for Ryan when they lived together.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Ryandemanded, materializing out of nowhere and takingthe pan she was holding from her. He steered herfirmly away from the counter and back into the livingroom. “Sit,” he ordered once they reached the couch.He propped her feet up on the coffee table, placing apillow under them. He stood back, his expressionlacking the anger of just a few minutes ago.“Maybe you didn’t understand the doctor’s orders.