Ronald's smile didn't falter, and he let out a low chuckle, clicking his tongue in mock disapproval. "Straight to the point, huh?" He leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he regarded Len with an amused expression. "You don't trust me, do you?"
Len's eyes narrowed. "Not even a little."
"Good," Ronald said, still smiling, though there was a hard edge to his voice. "Keeps things interesting."
Len clenched his fists, his frustration mounting. "I'm not here to play games. Paula's been through enough. If you're here to cause trouble, I'll—"
"Relax," Ronald interrupted, holding up a hand as if to calm him down. "My games won't hurt Paula. You have my word on that."
Len didn't relax. If anything, Ronald's words only made him more wary. There was something about Ronald that set off every alarm bell in Len's mind. He was too smooth, too confident, and Len couldn't shake the feeling that he had his own agenda.
