Nicky's POV
"In my defense . . ." I trail off, suddenly at a loss for words. I wished for the devil and now he's here.
"Yes?" He questions sarcastically as he stands in front of me, arms crossed over his chest and his entire body tense.
Finally, I just shake my head, which does nothing to help the pounding. "Nope. I haven't got one." I shrug. "I've got nothing."
For whatever reason, this just appears to make him angrier. My bad.
"How the hell did you find me?" I narrow my eyes at him. "And I seriously expect an answer this time. I covered my tracks better than before."
"Yes, I know," He growls out at me. "You had me running all over the damn country."
"And yet somehow you still ended up here."
Ryder just glares at me with his arms still crossed over his chest. While his expression
