Cassie gasped, dropping the rubbish bag she’d been carrying. “Drat. Were you trying to sneak up on me? Couldn’t you have made some noise or something?” Ryan appeared mildly surprised as he peered down at her. Then he picked up the bag of rubbish and threw it into the dumpster. “We need to talk.” She frowned. “Why? What about?” He leaned back against the wall of Fat Eddy’s. “Don’t act dense. You know what I’m talking about. You need to leave him.” “Excuse me?” “You need to leave Jay, break things off with him. Tell him you don’t want to be with him, that it was all a lie, whatever. But you need to ensure that he comes back to the pack, and that you don’t come with him.” Pain lashed her insides but she kept her face impassive. She was not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d wounded her. “What gives you the right to decide Jay’s life for him?” “Look, it’s nothing personal, I’m sure you’ll make someone a good wife, partner, whatever, one day.
