Chapter 4
Ryder
I brushed my still-wet hair and tossed the brush into the one bag I packed. Yes, I could burden staff with packing the entire house to take, but honestly, too much stuff slowed me down.
I’d gotten used to one bag in my military days, and if I ever did want to go on an adventure that Gio couldn’t follow me on, well then, one bag was all I’d want.
I checked that my t-shirt wasn’t wrinkled and zipped the bag. Done. Now it was time to find out if Nicole meant what she’d said. She’d come to Norden.
Gio came in and picked up the bag, looking like he was offended that I took care of myself, and said, “Your brother is on the phone, sire.”
He handed it over. I waited till my butler/keeper left, and then plopped on the couch and asked, “Harry, what’s going on?”
My older brothe
