>>-----------♥-----------**Ryker’s POV**
Ari’s car is sitting in the driveway when I return from Target. I roll my eyes in annoyance, f*****g Kai. I step out of my car, slamming the door before I grab the beer from the trunk.
“Need any help?” Jackson calls over from the porch.
I nod as he walks over, “There’s two more in the trunk.”
He grabs the last two cases out of the trunk and closes it, following behind me. I set the four cases on the counter and rip into the boxes to put them in the fridge to cool.
“Ryker, I need to talk to you,” Bryce says.
I bend up and look at him. “What?”
He tosses me a set of keys, “Ari’s?”
“Yup.”
I shake my head, my teeth clenching tightly, “Where is Kai?”
Bryce nods to the back patio, and I grab one of the beers, rip the cap off with my bare
