LIORA
Ricky finally returned back home.
First, I had to drive him to the airport and make sure he caught his flight. After that, I stopped by a grocery store to stock up on a few things I needed. By the time I was done wandering through aisles, loading bags into the trunk, and sitting through traffic, exhaustion was already creeping into my bones.
All I wanted was to get home, put the groceries away, and enjoy a little peace and quiet.
That plan disappeared the second I pulled into the driveway.
Parked near the entrance was Ryder's motorcycle, the powerful black bike looking as intimidating as its owner.
Leaning against it was Ryder, dressed entirely in black. Black combat jeans hugged his muscular legs, a fitted black shirt stretched across his broad chest, and a black leather jack
