C H A P T E R - F I F T E E N
I sat with Ryan at Mic and Ryan's kitchen table. I was dressed in my nightshirt. Ryan was dressed casually in a gray t-shirt and checkered pajama pants. Mic had a morning shift. Ryan came in late.
Ryan Garcia was all thick, packed muscle on a medium-sized frame, with kind black eyes and midnight skin. He was a guy from head to toe, which was ideal for Micah, who was all woman except for her lack of cleavage (which was concealed by her huge booty and gorgeous face).
Ryan and I each took a drink of coffee.
Then he said, "Gia -"
Nope. No. Ryan was a wise man where Micah Vasquez was a straight shooter. Ryan would kick Plato's a$$ if he lived in ancient Greece. He had life figured out, and he could read people and situations in a hurry and know precisely what
