River’s POV
I should have known.
The moment I stepped off the curb and saw the familiar broad-shouldered frame standing in front of Blue’s door, a cap pulled low over his brow, I knew my peace was about to be disturbed.
And when Ryker turned to face me, I didn’t see the wild wolf I once knew—no, I saw desperation.
Desperation pretending to be confidence.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, my tone calm, controlled and every syllable deliberate.
He opened his mouth to speak, but I stepped forward, forcing him to either move or be much too close for comfort.
He moved…… Good.
“I just…” he began, and I caught the faint twitch of his jaw, “…wanted to talk.”
“Talk?” I repeated the word as though tasting it, tilting my head slightly. “That’s rich, Ryker because if I recall corr
