Ryder's POV
“You’re back,” I said, a faint smile playing on my lips as I pushed off the wall.
“Why are you here?” she asked, her arms crossed tight against her chest.
“I tried calling you, but you weren’t picking up any of my calls,” I replied, keeping my tone smooth and casual.
“I told you not to bother me.”
“Okay, let’s take this conversation inside,” Sophie cut in, unlocking the front door with a grin. “You’re welcome to come in, Ryder.”
I flashed Sophie a small, grateful smile before stepping past the threshold. The apartment was cozy, warm, and smelled faintly of vanilla—exactly how I imagined it would be.
“You still haven’t answered my question,” Tessy said, irritation sharp in her voice as she closed the door behind us.
“Come on,” I smirked, leaning back against the entryway
