Nicky's POV
"Your turn to do the dishes," Ryder says as he stands from the table.
I glare at him. "How did you come to that conclusion? I've done them for the past three nights. I'm supposed to be the guest."
"You're not a guest. You're like the stray dog I'm stuck with taking care of." My glare turns deadlier as he talks. "And I came to that conclusion because I have a few calls I need to make."
I shoot him a flat look. "You've had 'calls' to make for four nights now."
Ryder shoots me a wide smile. "What can I say? I'm an important person." He starts to walk away before stopping to call over his shoulder. "And I really hate doing the dishes."
I curse him out as I start to gather the plates off the table and walk over to the sink. I debate whether to actually do the dishes or just le
