Bella Rose had one simple goal for the day: finish her photographs, submit them to Daniel, and go home without arguing with Ryder Black.
Unfortunately, Ryder seemed determined to make that impossible.
You're late, camera girl.
Bella glanced at the clock hanging above the garage entrance. "It's eight thirty. We agreed on eight thirty."
"Exactly. I was here at eight twenty-five."
Would you like a medal?
Ryder leaned against his motorcycle, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "A kiss would be better, but I suppose you aren't that generous."
Bella stared at him in disbelief before bursting into an incredulous laugh.
You're unbelievable.
"And yet, you keep showing up to see me."
"I show up because Daniel pays me. If you disappeared tomorrow, I'd still come here."
"That almost hur
