Ryder’s POV
“You’re not here to fight me, are you?” I asked, leaning back slightly and eyeing him up and down.
“No,” Danny replied, his voice eerily calm.
“Then why the hell are you here?” I pressed.
“I came here to talk to you—”
“Why, and who even let you in?!” I demanded.
“I did,” Tristan chimed in from the hallway, a s**t-eating grin playing on his lips as he leaned against the doorframe. “He was standing at the front door, and I thought, why not let him in?”
Unbelievable. I shot Tristan a glare, but before I could tell him off, Danny stepped further into the room.
“Can you get my girlfriend pregnant?” Danny asked flatly.
My jaw practically hit the floor.
Tristan’s grin vanished instantly. “Well... you don’t see that every day,” he muttered, looking just as completely stunned
