"I can't believe scratching the front door was the only damage Duke did." Hannah ran her fingers over the gouges from the dog's claws. "Poor baby must've thought he was being abandoned again."
"Can't blame him for that. I can fix it. But it can wait until tomorrow." Ryan jerked his head toward the stairs. "C'mon. I'll get you something to sleep in."
Exhaustion from the long day weighed her steps as she followed him. But along with the bone-deep tired, her heart was lighter for having cleared the air between them. She hadn't been wrong about him. Hadn't been wrong about the kind of man he was. Though, after tonight, she wondered if maybe he was wrong about himself. But those were thoughts that required more brainpower than she currently possessed.