“You’ve done so much already,” he said. “I don’t—”
“You’re not. I want the company. I want yourcompany,” he hastened to clarify before it sounded like he was too scared to be in his room by himself even though he kind of was a little, and how ironic was it that the star of a show about the paranormal got queasy when faced with the unexplained in real life? He gave Ryan his best smile, hoping it would work to relax both of them. “I’m going to get swamped at the cocktail party, so it’s better to get the chance to chill out together now, right?”
Ryan still looked unsure, but he nodded without any more argument. “I’ll be over in a few minutes then.”
“I’ll get the bar ready.”