Grace's POV.
Meghan led Rhyder straight through to the kitchen, chatting away happily as she offered him a seat by the counter and began mixing her famous cocktail.
Rhyder watched me intently as I entered the room after closing the front door - I felt miserable and I wanted to ring Meghan's neck for putting me in this position.
I felt extremely uncomfortable beneath Rhyder's intense stare, like he was stripping me bare - right down to the deepest part of my soul.
He's always had that affect on me, only now, I hated it. I hated that he had any kind of affect on me at all.
I wanted to be unbothered by him - by his overwhelming pressence. He made our kitchen seem too small, too intimate.
I took a spot next to the refrigerator - it was furthest away from him. I crossed my arms over my ch
