"Am I interrupting something?" Ryan asked, pausing by the door.
His sharp gaze drifted from Jamal to Abigail. His voice was casual, but his eyes told a different story. His gaze was assessing and calculating. He looked at Jamal just a second longer, wondering silently if he was already making his move on Abigail.
Jamal straightened at once, clearing his throat lightly even though he was very startled. "No, sir," he said with a slight bow, already taking a step back. "Please excuse me."
Ryan gave a curt nod, but before Jamal could slip past him, he stopped him with a question. "How are you doing, Pete?"
Jamal paused and turned back. "I'm very fine, thank you, sir," he replied with a polite bow of his head, wondering if Ryan had heard anything. He doubted it since their voices had been low.
What if this had happened when he was kissing her earlier? That would have been a mess.
