I freeze, unable to look away as Ryker stares expressionlessly at me, he’s dressed in a biker’s jacket and jeans with heavy boots that lace up past his ankles, he looks hot, and I hate that I notice.
I instinctively pull back, releasing Sam, who looks a little surprised, but lets his arms fall back to his sides.
‘Sorry, umm, I’m hungry, do you want to get some food?’ I blurt out quickly.
Sam chuckles as he nods, ‘sure, I’ve heard that your mother’s sausage rolls are award winning, I’m eager to try a few, just don’t let me eat to many . . .’ He pats his flat stomach, ‘I’m already fighting a few extra pounds from Gramps candy cane stash.’ He sighs dramatically, ‘they are my weakness, so much minty goodness in a stripy cane shape, what is not to love.’
I force a smile as I grab his arm a
