Chapter 73

• 3rd Person POV
• Ryan didn’t knock. He didn’t call ahead. He didn’t give Johanna the courtesy of warning. He shoved the penthouse door open the second her assistant let him through, his stride sharp, jaw locked, the flash drive clutched in his hand like a weapon.
• Johanna was exactly where he expected her to be.. lounging on the velvet sofa, one leg draped over the other, a glass of red wine catching the dim light. She smiled as if she’d been waiting.