Rhea
Two days later, I was finally starting to feel like I could breathe again. Not because things had gotten easier. But because I had stopped overthinking everything that came out of Ryan King's mouth.
I dabbed lotion over my face as I hummed to a song from my head. A soft song.
A complete contrast to the chaos of last night. Last night had been... a lot.
Back-and-forth arguments with the riders.Some of them finally starting to listen. Others still acting like I was temporary noise they could ignore.
Travis, of course, had refused to participate in anything I suggested.
Which honestly was fine. If he wanted to sit out and brood like a stubborn child, that was his problem, not mine.
I wasn't here to chase anyone's approval. Just results.
As for Ryan...Ever since that day he had p
