Maya
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Ryder’s hands pause just slightly on my foot, and then—he laughs.
Not a scoff. Not a chuckle. A hearty laugh, low and warm and amused in that way that makes my chest flutter stupidly.
“That’s what you’ve been thinking about?” he says, eyes dancing as he leans forward, his damp hair falling just a little over his forehead. “You’re jealous of Daria?”
My nose wrinkles. “I’m not jealous. I was just curious, you guys seemed very cost with each other.”
He hums like he doesn’t believe me. Because, okay, maybe I was a little jealous. Just a tiny itty little bit.
“She’s my Berlin representative,” he says finally, brushing a thumb over my ankle. “She handles things for me over there. We had to go over some last-minute documents before she travels tomorrow.”
I blink. “So she’s not
