VICTORIA'S POV
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"Well?" Ryder asks, eyebrows raised as if I had tea to spill. I stare at him blankly as I buckle myself into his passenger seat.
"Well what?" I sigh, portraying hopelessness. There's a beat of silence.
"Are you serious?" He grits out, voice low, eyes dark. I bite down on my teeth to stop myself from smiling at him.
"What the hell did your brother's lawyer's do?" He demands to know.
"I don't know," I shrug, acting all disappointed.
"Un-f*****g-believable," He grounds out and the next moment, Ryder grabs the door handle, meaning to go inside. My heart drops right into my ass. I grab his arm.
"Wait," I blurt, and the cerade cracks and splinters as he stares at me expectantly. I laugh, joyously, wholeheartedly.
"I lied," I babble, shaking my head. Ryder stares at me
