As we walk back to his car, I stopped short when Rowan’s step suddenly halted. Looking at him, his happy demeanor from earlier suddenly turned sour and cold as his eyes fixed on something before him. Diverting my eyes to where his are, I gasped at the person standing by his car.
Ryan, in all his glory was dressed somewhere similar to Rowan, hands in his pocket, and smirking at us lazily. “Ryan,” I whispered and felt everything in me freeze.
His hair tousled back and he took off the shades he wore as he put them on the v of his neck. I can't remember when was the last time I had seen him this laid back. Then again, was really he laid back when his stance looked like he means business right now.
“Hey there beautiful… brother…” he waved lazily, the smirk growing bigger and I wasn’t sure ho
