I feel cornered, Ryker’s frame fills the doorway behind him, his mere presence dominates the room as I scramble for an escape. My eyes dart around me, noting that there is a door to the pantry to my left and the back door that leads out into the yard. I could run out of there, head round the front and enter the house, but my eagle eyed mother would spot me, and I don’t know how to explain why I would do that, plus I don’t want to give Ryker the satisfaction of knowing he bothers me.
Instead, I step around the table, grabbing my plate and walking toward him, chin in the air as he watches me with that stoic expression that he always has, Mr never show my emotions . . . well almost never.
I stop in front of him, raising an eyebrow in my most couldn’t give a f***k impression, suppressing the
