Chapter Sixty-Three

Ryan and Tally bid farewell to Noah, who offered a hug and a reassuring smile to Tally as they parted ways. The night air was cool against their skin as they stepped into the waiting limousine. Ryan’s hand found Tally’s, his fingers intertwining with hers as he pulled her close.

“You were amazing back there,” Ryan murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “I’m proud of you.”

Tally leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder. “I’m surprised he was there tonight. Barry doesn't do charity events. I’m glad I had you by my side when he confronted me like that.”

The limo glided through the city streets; the lights blurring outside the tinted windows. Ryan’s hand moved to her thigh, his touch light but deliberate. He traced small circles with his thumb, sending shivers up her spine. “You know,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “I can’t help but think about what we could be doing right now if we had more time.” Tally knew he was changing the subject. She couldn’t help but think he wa