Chapter 5
I shouldn’t have been glad when Ryder texted an SOS then came pounding on our door halfway through the following afternoon. But Sebastien had fled to his office—“I just need to check over some data,” he told me, eyes not quite meeting mine as we once again pried our magnetically charged bodies apart. Meanwhile, Sally Sugar had dropped by three times already...just checking to make sure I wasn’t ransacking my own mate’s house while he was away.
So as relieved as I’d been to arrive in suburbia twenty hours earlier, I was equally relieved for an excuse to leave this pocket of paradise behind.
Only, Ryder didn’t immediately usher me toward whatever emergency was important enough to interrupt my weekend off. Instead, he sidestepped my smaller body and invited himself in, closing th
