@page { margin-bottom: 10.000000pt; margin-top: 10.000000pt; } Chapter Eleven Ryker insisted on taking her to his house, where he promised she would be more comfortable in his big bed. She resisted at first, but he finally talked her into it. She gathered up her things and threw a book in with her clothes. He took the bag from her and carried it out to the car, then came back and helped her. She resisted telling him she could walk on her own since he was being so careful not to upset her. The entire morning had been too much for her. Maybe a change in scenery would work to help her relax. Peyton settled on his loveseat and tried to lose herself in the book, but it wasn’t holding her interest. Finally, she put it down and watched Ryker out of the corner of her eye. He was reading the paper. There were lines at his eyes and mouth today. Had they been there before? She didn’t remember seeing them. Suddenly he looked up and caught her staring at him. He smiled. “How are you feeling?”
