LIORA
Ryder has been gone for twenty-four hours, and I have yet to get a response to my message. Logan hasn’t shown up either, and Kane has been the only one checking in on me.
He dropped by last night for dinner, which I am grateful for because I hate eating alone. Then he showed up again this morning for breakfast, claiming he was just passing by, though we both knew that was a lie.
The clubhouse boys had a funny way of looking after their own. They would never admit to caring outright, but they always found a reason to linger.
“Are you sure you don’t need a hand with that?” Kane asked, popping a grape into his mouth as he leaned against the kitchen island.
Shaking my head, I opened the oven to check on the snacks. “I’m good.”
“You’ve said that at least five times this morning.”
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