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Chapter Fourteen
Ryan
“And we’re back! Welcome to the second half of our Rose finale. It’s the portion you’ve all been waiting for. We’ve talked to Joe, Dustin, and Hank. It’s time to put Ryan on the hotseat.”
Tony was having way too much fun with this tonight.
Because Savannah told me that lounging on the bed while doing this was probably not the best idea, I was sitting at the kitchen table with my phone propped up using a number of random items. Originally, we’d set me up so my back was to the rest of the cabin—which worked for me, because it meant that Savannah had to sit near me, even if she wasn’t in the view finder—but then she said that it wasn’t a good view.
That I needed a solid wall behind me.
To be honest, I was afraid she was going to have us do some major rearranging and move the bed to use the fireplace as the background.
Thankfully, she decided to just pull the table out from the wall enough so I could have my back to the wall and the window, showcasing the white snow outside, but not being so blinding that I was cast in a shadow.
However, I was still in enough of a shadow that she unplugged one of the lamps from the bedside, and plugged it in nearby.
She was crazily good at this lighting thing.
And while she did have the expanse of the cabin to walk about in, she chose to sit in the chair across from me, staying nearby even though technically, she didn’t have to.
“Ryan, how have you been since we last saw you?” Tony asked on his half of the split screen.
Each guy he’d interviewed was placed on the right of the split screen, with him on the left. While it was clear all us guys were at home, Tony’s set-up was semi-elaborate.
The guy even wore a suit.
Granted, so had Hank—but with a bolo tie. He was from South Dakota.
“I’ve been good, thanks for asking.” I leaned into the table, which earned me a kick to the shin. I had to force myself to not shoot a playful glare at Savannah and instead, sat up straight again.
“It looks cold where you are.”
I made myself chuckle, and looked over my shoulder briefly. “Yeah. Snowed in. Crazy, right? But that’s March in Colorado.”
“Let’s talk about that phone call, why don’t we?” Tony just went right in for the jugular.
“Tony. Man. You know that I won’t talk about it.” I said it with a grin, hoping that it didn’t come across as annoyed as I was.
I mean, I was prepared for the question.
Savannah and I talked about how it would likely come up.
...Didn’t make me like that it was asked.
“There have been a number of guesses on your Instagram account,” Tony continued, and I frowned.
“I don’t have...”
“Is Ryan Mads seven not your account?”
“Yeah, from like...high school. I don’t even know the last time I looked at that.”
I glanced across the table toward Savannah, who was already on the case, pulling up Instagram on her phone. She had the device laying flat on the table top so I could see what she was doing.
I had no idea what types of pictures I’d posted that many years ago. No doubt there would be images of Savannah on it—she’d been my best friend—but there had to be pictures of other girls, too, right?
“The guesses are this blonde.” Tony’s face was replaced by an Instagram image of a girl I dated briefly when I was a freshman in high school. “Or this one. She’s on your account a lot. Cougar. Rawr.” The image changed to one of my mom and me, around my twentieth birthday.
