“Who are you again?” Ryan asked with an edge as he shook the hand of the olive-skinned man who’d just introduced himself.
“I caught your name,” Ryan interrupted. “How did you know Mitch?”
Toby let out a nervous laugh. “We were friends.”
“I don’t recall Mitch ever mentioning you.” Ryan studied the attractive blond with boyish looks who couldn’t have been older than twenty-five. Maybe younger. “Were you one of his students?”
“Yes. I took his political theory class as part of my undergrad.” Toby bit his lip. “He probably didn’t mention me because…that would have complicated things.”
Ryan shrugged. “Complicated what?” [Read more…] about The Things We Never Say