CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ry returned to Brynn’s room with two hot chocolates in a drink carrier and a small vase filled with mixed blossoms. The bright colors and sweet fragrance reminded him of Brynn. He hoped she liked them.
Cracking open the door, he didn’t hear her voice, so he peeked inside.
Brynn wasn’t on the phone. She lay in bed with the blanket tucked under her chin. The hot chocolate would warm her up. Other than the bulge underneath from the ice and a pillow, she didn’t appear injured, but she looked so vulnerable and exhausted.
Ry approached the bed. All he wanted was to make things better for her.
“For you.” He set the vase on the bed tray so she could smell the flowers, before removing one of the hot cocoas. When she didn’t reach for the cup, he placed it next to the vase within
