more importantly, with finality.
She just wasn’t sure who she was mad at. Herself or him. She hadn’t known. She’d assumed.
And so, apparently, had he.
Suddenly Audrey was exhausted. Needed to get this over and done with. Needed to get outside his world and find herself again.
To reassure herself that she was still there.
Intact.
That she hadn’t made a mistake that would change the rest of her life.
“I’m thirty-five, Ryan.” Her words were crisp and clear. All business. “Thirteen years older than you. Almost old enough to be your mother.”
CHAPTER SIX
YOUR MOTHER. Audrey’s words crashed around in Ryan’s brain, deafening him to whatever else she was saying. He could see her lips moving, but couldn’t make any sense out of the sound. Your mother.
She had no idea how close she was to the truth.
Ryan’s biological mother was thirty-eight. Only three years older than the woman he’d spent the past twenty-four hours in bed with.
He stood rigid. It’s what he did. Remained on his feet no matter the circumstances. Met it head on. Handled it.
Did what was right.
Followed the rules.
Black and white.
What in the hell did he do with a situation that had every color of the rainbow, in every hue, all clashing with one another, surrounded by a sea of brown and a buzzing that wouldn’t quiet?
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