"I will tell you later," she whispered softly. .
Ryle studied the rigid line of her shoulders. One look at her and he knew she was not ready to delve into the topic.
"Later, then," he murmured.
Daisy exhaled a soft breath and got up from his lap. She began to push the wheelchair back toward the concrete path of the helipad.
The rhythmic click-clack of the wheels was the only sound for a few moments until a sudden, heavy 'thump' shattered the silence.
Daisy stopped so abruptly the wheelchair jolted.
In front of them, Locke had dropped to both knees with enough force to bruise. His head was bowed, his hands pressed flat against the asphalt.
Ryle's brow furrowed, "What are you doing? Get up."
"I have deceived you!" Locke's voice was thick with a guilt that had clearly seemed to have been festering for a long time.
Ryle's frown deepened, a cold aura settling over him. "Explain yourself."
