Emmaâs doorstep so she could find it, take it back to PARA and say her assignment was completed successfully. It hadnât been necessary for him to deliver it in person, he thought.
What had started off as a bit of a joke, a small amusement for him after so many months of being alone, had gotten serious damn fast. As much as he wanted Emma, she simply wasnât in his grand plan. Every minute he spent here in Mystic Ridge was one less minute heâd spend investigating who was really behind the crimes of which heâd been accused. He had a list of stolen items heâd been tracking. Six in total. Heâd found only two of them so farâan enchanted amulet and an urnâin the collections of rich men with too much time and money on their side.
He was certain Xavier Franklin, a known collector of glassware, was in possession of a missing vase, but hadnât been able to officially confirm that at the party. Heâd have to go back and question the billionaire as soon as he could.
Ryanâs confidence in his plan had faded with each month that passed. It seemed as if everyone had moved on except him.
He wondered sometimes why he refused to give up. Why not just head down to Florida early? Down there he could start over. Heâd make new friends, find a beautiful woman who could look at him without doubt or disappointment in her eyes, and make a new life for himself once and for all.
Yes, thatâs exactly what he was going to do.
But not just yet.
First he had clear his name. It was the principle of the thing.
He didnât even really fault Emmaâs immediate assumption that he was guilty. It wasnât common knowledge, but Ryan did have a bit of a shady history. Fifteen years ago, heâd fallen in with his brotherâs friends, a tough group of kids who jacked cars and sold the parts. Ryan was one of the unlucky ones whoâd been busted for it.
The cop whoâd nabbed him took pity on a seventeenyear-old kid who was missing the right direction in his life and helped to keep him out of jail, helped him see that the path he was on was one that would only lead to more trouble. Ryan hadnât stolen anything since. Heâd learned his lesson. But those heâd trusted and told about his past would know that his being light-fingered was a definite possibility.
He stayed in touch with the cop for years. The man had been like a father to him in his late teens and early twenties and had helped keep Ryan on the straight and narrow. It had a whole lot to do with the manâs influence that Ryan was going this extra mile to clear his name.
He missed the old guy. In fact, Ryan still visited his grave every other weekend.
But it hadnât made anything easier over the last six months, knowing right from wrong.
It had even occurred to him a couple of times that he should live up to his reputation and start to steal again. If he was considered a thief by everyone, he may as well make a profit at it.
But it just wasnât in his nature anymore.
It wasnât in his brotherâs nature anymore either. Joe had cleaned up years ago and started the business down south. He was the one whoâd asked Ryan for help, knowing Ryanâs gift with cars.
So Ryan endeavored to prove his innocence, to make that cop whoâd been his one good influence in his youthproud, even beyond the grave. But he kept coming up against brick walls every direction he turned.
âBrick walls are a hell of a lot better than jail cells,â he mumbled as he drove his Mustang away from just down the block from where heâd left Emma.
Ryan wanted to get back to working at clearing his name as soon as possible, but he wasnât quite ready to say goodbye to his favorite stubborn redhead just yet. They had some unfinished business between them to take care of first.
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T ALL, DARK AND HANDSOME . Yes, Leo Barker was definitely all that.
Emma gazed past her glass of red wine and