AMY’S POV
The pale grey light of dawn was just beginning to filter through the heavy curtains of Briar and Coach Kelly’s hotel room when I woke up.
I was still lying on the carpeted floor beneath the thin spare duvet, but the freezing chill from the night before was gone.
Wrapped around my upper body was Ryder’s heavy grey hoodie, its thick fleece holding the lingering warmth of his skin. When I pulled the collar to my nose, the scent of him – cedarwood, mint, and crisp winter rain – flooded my senses.
I lay in the quiet room for a long moment, watching the shadows move on the ceiling. My heart fluttered against my ribs. After days of tension between Cole's obsession and Ryder's anger, things finally felt clear.
Ryder didn't hate me. He knew the truth about Maya's car, and last nigh
