29: Ryann
Ryann
The man was Brenten Sanna, and from the start he insisted Ryann use his first name. When they shook hands his skin was warm, and he held on for too long, his fingers rubbing against her wrist. But she smiled as if she enjoyed the touch.
“Your company comes highly regarded,” he said. “I’ve had my people look into you, and I have to say I’m impressed. But I prefer the personal touch. Business should always be about people, don’t you think?”
He leaned in, and Ryann caught the scent he wore—masculine without being overpowering. Worn on someone else, she might have found it alluring.
She smiled. “In our business, it’s all about people. We only hire the best couriers, and we treat them like family. Not an indulgent family, but one that wishes to continue through the genera
