Wanted by Her Lost Love

You’re to rest. Stay off your feet.” He enunciatedeach word in clipped tones as if he were speaking toa dolt. Well, that wasn’t entirely untrue. She was thebiggest dolt in the world for getting caught up in thismess.He seemed calm. And she was calm, too—atleast for now. It was time to get things out in theopen. “Ryan, we need to talk.”He looked surprised and a little wary over herchange in tone, but he sat down across from her andregarded her with open curiosity. “Okay, talk.”“I want to know why you came to Houston.” Shewas careful to keep her emotions in check as shewaited for his response.He didn’t look pleased with her question. Helooked away, at the wall, his jaw tight.“And how did you know where to find me?” shecontinued when he remained silent.“I hired an investigator,” he said after a moment’spause.Her mouth fell open. So much for being calm.“Why? So you could accuse me of being a whore allover again? So you could sweep in and upend mylife? I don’t get it, Ryan. You hate me. I know what