CHAPTER FIFTY
RYAN’S POV
She definitely looked pissed. Just what did Sheila tell her? I paced around the already set dinner table, glancing several times at the staircase to see if Zoë would appear as I tried to resist the urge to reach for my phone on the couch, a couple of paces away. When it was evident, she would be coming home late, several thoughts had run through my mind but never did it occur to me she’d be in the company of Sheila or Reagan. People say that Karma knows how to bite back just where it hurts the most and I was beginning to believe that might just be true. I finally had the woman I wanted and instead of being happy, I was now unsettled because I was afraid Sheila had told her of my past. Admittedly enough, sleeping with my agent was not one of the proudest moments i
