ANNA'S POV

“Yeah he did, but it was because I pressured him to tell me,” Ryan said.

I let out a small sigh and pinched my temple lightly, my fingers pressing against my skin. If Dan told him this under pressure, then who knows how many other people he had told the same story to. Dan had never been good at keeping things to himself, especially when someone insisted long enough. The thought irritated me more than I cared to admit.

“Well now that you already know my past, then I guess there’s no other thing keeping us from being friends,” I said, my tone carrying a touch of sarcasm....