Paige's steps slowed as Ryder's words echoed through the phone. She held the device tightly, her mind racing. "Between the two of us?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and caution as she stopped.
Ryder's voice was steady on the other end. "Yes, between Clinton and I," he confirmed. He wore a smuguish grin. "Don't you want to know what happened between us in the past? Including the incident that left him traumatized?"
Paige's heart raced. She hesitated, torn between her protective instincts and her burning curiosity.
Before she could say anything, she noticed Clinton's grandmother staring in her direction. The elderly woman gave a brief wave and a warm smile. Paige returned the smile, feeling a sense of calm wash over her.
"I have to go," she said quickly, hanging up the phone and heading towards Clinton's grandmother.
