It'd been a while since I'd last messed with Ryder. Whenever I did run into him, he'd go red in the face and bolt before I could even say hi.
After a few rounds of that, Mira started getting suspicious. She asked if I was planning to make a move on Ryder.
"Ryder's a solid block of ice. You're gonna crash and sink if you're not careful."
I waved her off. "So what if I sink? I've been a player this long—you think I'm scared of a little iceberg?"
"I meant, don't wreck the guy," she said, all slow and pointed. "If you're not serious, leave him alone. He's not like your other exes."
Different? How?
I rubbed my chin and shot back, "I mean, if people can date around to find 'the one,' why can't I sample a few to find the real deal?"
Once I made up my mind, I figured if the mountain wouldn'
