Clara Bennett
“You really know how to make a girl feel special,” I said softly as Ryder guided me off the dance floor toward a quieter corner of the ballroom. My feet were starting to ache in my heels, but I didn’t mind. Not when he kept looking at me like that.
Ryder chuckled and pulled out a chair for me at a small table near the windows. “Good. Because I plan on doing a lot more of that.”
He sat down across from me, but instead of keeping distance, he reached over and took my hand, his thumb stroking the back of my knuckles. “You’ve been quiet since we left the hallway. Talk to me, Clara. What’s really going on in that head of yours?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but my phone vibrated hard inside my clutch. The sound made my whole body tense. I pulled it out quickly, hoping it was
