Ryan felt comfortable after he signed off, and when Evie poked her head in with a contrite look he laughed and held out his arm.
‘Come on over here.’
She dropped her messenger bag at the door and crossed the room to tuck into the crook of his arm.
‘I know you said you’re not mad, but –’
‘I’m really not mad. I messaged him. He seems all right, but I think we should make a better profile and talk to other people.’ He wrapped his other arm around her. ‘You up for taking some pictures tonight for our new friend?’
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