RYDER
I inhaled sharply, the air getting caught in my throat, which led to me coughing hard enough to make my chest hurt.
Liora watched my reaction for exactly two seconds before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.
Her shoulders shook as she doubled over, clearly enjoying my momentary loss of composure.
Finally, she pointed toward the far corner of the garage.
"I was talking about that."
I followed her finger.
Leaning against the wall was an old bicycle with faded paint and slightly crooked handlebars.
No, you weren’t.
The mischievous sparkle dancing in her eyes told me everything I needed to know.
That comment had absolutely nothing to do with the old bicycle sitting in the corner.
I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling like I needed a bottle of water.
“So…” I said slowly. “
