Ryan and Sarah erupted out of the double doors with enough force to knock them both back against the wall. The next second she too was knocked back against the wall. Or not exactly knocked; rather it was the shock than the impact that drove the breath out of Sarah's lungs. Nothing that Ryan had done so far, had led her to believe she was in any danger of being mishandled by him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he wanted to know, between clenched teeth.
She could have asked him the same thing, but she avoided it. He was too close for comfort and too upset, for her to take any chances with. Instead, the truth fell out of her mouth without any additional prompting. "I recognized your motorcycle when I drove by. And I wondered what you were talking to Ms. Atkins about."
Ryan's eyes narr
