Ryan
One of the things I regretted most growing up was believing I knew everything. At twelve, I had been convinced I could ride my uncle's motorcycle without help.
I ended up driving straight into a fence. At sixteen, I was certain I could win a fight against a guy nearly twice my size.
I couldn't. The bastard broke my nose and my pride in the same afternoon.
Those mistakes had taught me something valuable. Think first. Act later.
Unfortunately, it seemed I still hadn't mastered that lesson. Because bringing Rhea here had to be one of the dumbest decisions I had made in recent years.
I should've searched for her father myself. I should've handled everything alone. Instead, I brought her to the clubhouse.
And ever since she arrived, she had done nothing except create one problem aft
