Ryan's POV…
(Flashback: Three Months Ago, Ryan's Manhattan Penthouse)
Except for the lovers' breathing, the room was quiet.
The silk sheets were still warm, tangled around their bodies; the room was still heavy with the scent of cologne, the heat of skin, and something far more intimate.
The city lights filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting soft shadows across the bed.
Ryan lay on his back, one arm draped lazily beneath his head, the other resting possessively around Isabelle's waist, keeping her close.
Usually, she should have been asleep by now… after their exercise.
But tonight… she was in deep thought.
"I saw someone recently," Isabelle said suddenly, her voice soft but deliberate.
Ryan didn't move. "Mm?"
"For a second… I thought she could be a way out for us."
That made him turn.
"A way out?" he repeated, his brows knitting slightly. "What do you mean?"
