Ryan's Rules

‘Because I know why you’re not at work. Want me to pour you one?’

‘I want you to explain why you aren’t frothing at the mouth and telling me how irresponsible I am.’

‘For what?’

‘For sleeping in!’

‘You only slept in because I turned off your alarm. It’s hardly your fault’

She crossed the room in a flash and, heedless of the mug he held, grabbed his shoulder. ‘You unplugged my clock?’

‘Hey, watch the coff—’

‘Forget the coffee and look at me!’

He obliged. It was no hardship looking into her wide, dark-lashed green eyes first thing in the morning, even when they were flashing fury and bore evidence of slightly smudged mascara. All in all the effect was disturbingly sexy.

‘Why, for God’s sake?’

‘Because you were exhausted and needed the sleep.’

‘Damn you, Ryan! I’m not a child. I can decide for myself if I need sleep or not; I don’t need your help! I’ve survived on less than three hours’ sleep before and not collapsed from physical exhaustion!’

Her face was flushed with anger and frustration, but he’d anticipated no less a reaction from her. Kirrily prided herself on being self-reliant and resented unsolicited help from anyone. She resented his help so completely that she never bothered to solicit it; others did so from time to time on her behalf, but since Ryan never revealed as much it was he whom she perceived to be interfering. So be it, he thought; this time her behaviour demanded his intervention whether she liked it or not!

‘It wasn’t your physical exhaustion which concerned me, K.C.,’ he said, matching her glare with one of his own. ‘You were an emotional mess

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