Ryder’s POV
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“What happened?” I ask Eden because we just arrived and she is looking at the packhouse as if it is the first time she sees this place, when the fact is that she came here almost everyday for weeks.
I watch her and her look is priceless.
“Maybe she is sick,” Rock tells me. “Ask her if she is in pain or something. She just sits there like a mute, man”
Sick? She is not sick. She is planning something. I know that gaze of hers.
“Eden!” I call her and she turns her face and looks at me a little bit taken aback.
“What?” and blinking as if she didn’t hear me while I called her for almost five minutes .
“You spaced out” I simply say , frowning a little. She is after something. I know she is but what does she have in her little head?
“I was just admiring your packhouse” she
