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Ryder sounded confident in his messages but seeing him in person is a whole different experience. Does he even know about that wild concept called boundaries?
“Sadly, yes.”
I blink a couple of times as I process the information.
“This guy has a name and can hear you perfectly, you know?” Ryder speaks in a calm and unbothered tone. There’s a smile decorating his face, his dimples visible. He takes off his black sunglasses and puts them on the table.
His eyes are a Caribbean blue, and they shine flirtatiously.
“We’re aware of that. We just don’t care,” I quip.
Ryder gasps loudly and puts a hand on his chest, acting offended.
He’s as dramatic as I am.
“So, youaremean.”
I smile without showing my teeth and look at Stanley, wondering what things he’s said about me.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re excused, darling,” Ryder says and smiles at me. “I’m your fan, Bree. You don’t know how difficult it is to keep this beast and the other asshole at the apartment, but you put them both in their places on the same day. Reveal me your secrets, master.”
Oh, my God.
I don’t know if he’s being serious or not, but the way he speaks and gets distracted from the initial point is priceless. A laugh emerges from the back of my throat. I can’t help it, I’m amazed.
“Man, keep it in your pants. I didn’t call you to show off,” Stanley intervenes, rolling his eyes. He reaches for the phone in his pocket and puts it on the table. “We have a small problem.”
That’s a euphemism.
We’re in deep shit.
Ryder’s eyes widen when he spots the shattered screen and the dark ink patches inside the crystal. The only way that you can spot that it’s on is through the top right corner where a glimpse of light tries to shine.
“Is that Carter’s phone?” Our silence is enough, and Ryder groans. “It was nice meeting you both. I’ll make sure that you have a nice funeral and cherish the fond memories because you’re going to die when he finds out.”
A desperate moan escapes from my lips.
This isn’t what I had in mind when Stanley decided to call him for help. I don’t know what I was expecting but it definitely wasn’t this.
“Can’t you call someone? You know everyone. There’s gotta be something you can do,” Stanley insists, refusing to give up. “Please.”
Stanley glances at me, begging me to help him out. I pout at Ryder, making sure that my eyes are begging too. At least Itry.
Ryder growls in defeat.
“Who’s going to handle our funerals now?” He exhales loudly. “Give me a day to see what I can do, and I’ll let you know. Does that work for you?”
I bit my lip and nod.
A day.
I’m sure that I can survive a day. After getting into this mess, I can wait a day even if my dignity is at stake. I don’t have another choice.
“We’ll make it work,” Stanley answers.
Ryder moves his head in agreement as he drinks the rest of my coffee. Grabbing his glasses from the table, he stands up.
