Wanted by Her Lost Love

Ryan had certainly played the part of the solicitoushusband.“Penny for your thoughts?”Slowly she dropped her gaze from the vivid splashof blue and turned her head to Ryan.“I was thinking that it’s easy to pretend here.”The blue in his eyes deepened until it ran darkerthan the water rolling onto shore.“We could pretend,” he acknowledged. “But wedon’t have to.”“So did you get things straightened out at thebuilding site?” she asked, not wanting to delve intopretend versus real. They were supposed to forgetthe past. At least for this week. That didn’t leave awhole lot to talk about.“Just a misunderstanding. I should have it clearedup by tomorrow. I have a joint meeting in the morningwith the local contractors and the man we hired tooversee the project. If all goes well, I’ll be finishedand we’ll have a few days to do what we want.”“When do you have to be back in New York?” sheasked carefully. Because she knew the wholefantasy would come to a screeching halt once thathappened.