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If the woman knew what he was carrying on him, perhaps she would have understood why he was willing to let his entire body tumble onto the pavement rather than let the briefcase take the fall. Not that she would ever know. Ryan had full intentions of keeping its contents unknown to others until he was in front of the right people. That said, he was going to do everything in his power to protect the delicate eggs within.
A few grunts escaped his mouth as he pushed himself up. While he was in his 40s, he wasn't as young as he used to be nor able to quickly bounce back from such things. Rather than listen to the woman's excuse for bumping into him, he was focused on how sore his body would likely be later. He quickly reminded himself of the galleons he'd be counting later if all went well. A few sore muscles would be worth it in the end.
Blue eyes locked in on the woman just in time to see her eyeing up his case. His grip on the briefcase tightened when she looked at him and asked if he was alright and made a peace offering. "I'm fine. And no. I don't need ya pity coffee. I am on a time crunch and got somewhere to be," he mumbled before he started walking away, fully intent on heading toward the gallery and sneaking through the less busy streets and alleys rather than taking Charing Cross.
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