Chapter 8
Under My Roof
I stared at Ryder like he’d completely lost his mind.
“Your room?”
My voice came out higher than normal.
Sharp.
Almost panicked.
Daisy, still half asleep in Ryder’s arms, yawned dramatically.
“About time.”
I blinked.
“Excuse me?”
She buried her face against Ryder’s chest. “Daddy takes forever.”
Ryder ignored her completely.
His pale eyes stayed locked on mine.
“Pack a bag.”
I swallowed hard.
“You’re not serious.”
He reached for his leather jacket hanging over the chair.
“I never joke about security.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m moving into your bedroom.”
“You’re not moving in.”
He slid his arms into the jacket.
“You’re surviving.”
The difference shouldn’t have mattered.
But somehow…
It did.
I folded my arms, trying to look stronger than I felt.
