Ryker had to drag me inside the huge house. It was intimidating enough, seeing all the nice cars and the neighborhood. But to mingle with all these people? I didn’t know if I had the balls for that.
I wasn’t given a chance to back out, however, since Ryker hauled me inside, as if he sensed my urge to run away. He seemed to be a “take no prisoners” kind of guy. He placed the gift in a pile near the door before moving further into the room. The people to whom he introduced me seemed nice enough, and the guest of honor was a handsome dude who towered over both of us.
“Ryker, buddy. You made it,” he said before yanking him into a hug and giving him a big wet kiss.
“Happy birthday, Glen,” Ryker replied and turned to introduce me. “This is Scotty Reedville, a co-worker. Scotty, this is Glen,
