River Sterling's smile froze on his face. As he watched Rhys Ryston turn to leave, he bounded down the steps in two strides and grabbed her by the wrist. "Antique, who said we aren't going the same way? We totally are! Come on, I'll give you a ride!"
Without giving Rhys Ryston a chance to resist, he started dragging her toward his car.
Rhys Ryston didn't dare resist too fiercely, afraid that others might notice something was amiss. She could only discretely try to pull her hand away while reluctantly following his lead.
"Um, what's with Brother Sterling? Is he mad because Ryston wouldn't let him give her a ride? It's just a ride, why get so angry?" Clara Grant thought River Sterling's behavior was inexplicably odd.
But Holly Summers just grinned. "If you ask me, I think President Sterling has a crush on Screenwriter Ryston."
Clara Grant's jaw dropped open wide enough to fit an egg. "Brother Sterling likes Ryston?! Impossible! They can't stand the sight of each other."
