let him talk.
Eventually, he leaned back and smiled.
“You know, sometimes people need tough motivation.”
I looked at him.
“What do you mean?”
“You were stuck. I pushed you a little. Maybe I wasn’t gentle about it, but look at you now.”
He raised his glass.
“I knew you’d thank me eventually.”
I held his gaze, then smiled.
“Actually, I do have something for you.”
His eyebrows rose.
“For me?”
Right on cue, a waiter approached carrying a large black box tied with a white ribbon.
Ryan’s face lit
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