The cameras were rolling, the audience was waiting, and Bella Rose was seriously considering throwing Ryder Black's microphone into the nearest trash can.
He stood beside her looking perfectly relaxed, as though he hadn't spent the last twenty minutes making her life miserable. His black T-shirt clung to his athletic frame, his hair was slightly messy from wearing his helmet, and that familiar, irritating smirk rested on his face.
Bella hated that smirk.
It usually meant he was about to say something that would ruin her mood.
The host glanced at the screen behind them, where the question remained displayed.
"Ryder, you're known for never letting anyone get too close to you. So why did you choose Bella to ride with you today?"
Several people in the audience leaned forward expectantly.
