Chapter 4

Being late to an event like this was a major faux pas.

Someone nearby jumped at the chance and poured me a full glass of red wine. "Lynn, since you're late, you should take a penalty drink. That's not too much to ask, right?"

"Of course, as long as everyone's enjoying themselves," I replied.

I knew I was at fault, so I reached for the glass.

Suddenly, a magnetic and cool male voice echoed from the corner. "She can't drink."

I froze.

It wasn't Nathan who spoke, but Ryan.

Under the dim light, a faint smile played on his lips,…