CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Riley stared at her cell phone with dread. She had showered in the RV’s tiny bathroom and changed into dry clothes. Now she was sitting at a picnic table in the gardens outside the camper, checking her voicemails.
There were several listed, all of them from Ryan, and all of them unopened.
Did she dare listen to them?
Were they angry, resentful, pleading, desperate …
Or all of those things?
She decided there was no point in listening to them right now. After all, she’d have to deal directly with whatever her fiancé was feeling. She needed to talk to him before Agent Crivaro got back from the clubhouse.
That meant right now, while she still had some time to herself.
Go ahead, get it over with, she told herself.
Her fingers shook as she punched in Ryan’s number.
His
