Ryder
I found her standing outside my office before I even opened the door, arms crossed, jaw set in that stubborn line I was starting to recognize meant she wasn't leaving without an answer.
"Pete says I need to ask you about my father," she said, no greeting, no hesitation. "So I'm asking."
I motioned her inside instead of answering in the hallway, where half the club could overhear whatever I was about to say. She followed, taking the seat across from my desk without being asked, and I sat down slowly, buying myself a few seconds to decide how much of this she was ready for.
"Your father and I knew each other for almost fifteen years," I said finally.
Her expression flickered, surprise breaking through the wariness for just a moment. "He never mentioned you. Any of you."
"That was
