"I'll wait." Suit yourself." My response was as close to careless as I could manage as I rounded the counter and set about straightening the store, re...rranging the racks of clothes, straightening shoes and props restlessly.I felt his gaze following me around as I worked, making me feel incredibly self-conscious. I tried my damnedest not to notice and or care about how I looked in my loose, old t-shirt and faded jean shorts, but it wasn't an easy task. I couldn't help remembering our. Ryan moved towards her, taking her face in her hands gently. “Are you all right?”She blinked. “I am undamaged,” she said. “I am still irritated that you looked into Aunt Karen’s things without asking -”“Sorry -” he started.She put a finger to his lips, then leaned in to give him a peck on the lips. “But, considering the circumstances, I will forgive you.” The barest hint of a smile played on her lips. Then her face grew serious again. “Ryan?”“Hm?”“Are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?” There was. "I should get back to it. Let me go see what Lucas has learned?" I left Abra at my dining table while I went into the bedroom."So Lucas who is the punk in Lois's apartment awaiting his turn in the barrel," I asked."His name is Samuel Brown. His street name is Sweet Sammy. He is a pimp and low level drug dealer. Sells till they get really hooked, when they are out of money, he turns the girls out onto the streets." Lucas said."Any idea how he is connected to the Harvard Chink?" I asked."He does. Jesus, what was wrong with me. I pondered the definition of consent in the shower, as I washed my hair, and by the time I was getting dressed for work, I was feeling thoroughly guilty. At the office, I was ready to actually admit my guilt when Jaiden passed me, whistling under his breath. I could only gape at him a little, as he greeted me with a cheerful, "Morning!" Then he walked on, and disappeared into the back. Holy shit. Was that all it took for him to be civil? The first conclusion my.