Ryker stands beside me like the weather doesn’t bother him in the slightest.
Dark jacket damp from the rain.
Blonde hair darker now, messier, strands falling over his forehead. Water catches along his jaw before disappearing beneath the collar of his jacket.
Jace follows my line of sight.
Then sighs.
“Oh my.”
I narrow my eyes.
“What?”
“You’re doing it again.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re staring.”
Ryker glances over.
One brow lifts slightly.
“Was she?”
The low voice somehow makes it worse.
Jace rolls his eyes.
“Yes.”
Then he looks at me.
“Very obviously.”
Ryker looks back at me, and he looks amused.
His mouth tilts slightly.
“I see.”
Heat creeps up my neck.
“You’re both annoying.”
“Your face is red,” Jace says instantly.
“It is not.”
“It is.”
Ryker steps clo
