Page 92 of Ryker

“My stepfather is a no-nonsense man. He’s really stern and work focused. He spoils my mom like a queen, though. Same for me.”

That’s wonderful. I’m glad she’s treated right by her family.

“My mom’s changed.”

“How so?”

“She used to be carefree and goofy before she got married. Now she’s prissy and too good for everyone.”

Interesting. “Do you guys get along?”

Tara’s quiet for a moment before saying, “Sometimes. We’ve drifted apart over the years, but I guess that’s what happens when you grow up. Are you close to your family?”

My palms get sweaty. “My dad’s been out of my life since I was a ten. My mom died when I was nineteen.”

She looks over at me with puppy dog eyes. “I’m so sorry, Ryker.”

“Don’t be. She was really sick. It’s good that she’s not in pain anymore.” I want to throw up. I don’t discuss my mother with anyone. Not even Dmitri anymore.

It’s kind of hard to talk about the perfect parent who was murdered by someone you thought was your friend.

We drive in silence the rest of the way to her family’s home. When we pull onto a road lined with oak trees, my muscles tense. Holy shit, Tara’s family is filthy rich. I mean, I knew she had money, considering she’s a member of my club, but her family must be gazillionaires to own this piece of land.

Jesus fucking Christ, the home could fit five of my clubs in it.

Tara’s voice trembles when she says, “You ready for crab cakes, Bloody Mary’s, and animosity?”

I don’t get a chance to respond. She opens the door and heads up the fancy marble steps where a man holds the door open for us.

“Good morning, Charles.” Tara taps the gentleman’s cheek, and he chuckles.

“It’s a stormy day,” he says in response. Something tells me he’s not talking about the weather since there isn’t a cloud in the sky.

Her eyes widen but she doesn’t say anything, even after Charles quickly looks at me and clears his throat.

Suddenly, a woman’s honey-dipped voice rises from inside. “Tara? Is that you?”

“Hi, Mom.” Tara saunters over, all bubbly and airy, to hug a woman who could easily pass as her older sister.

“I’m so happy you’re here! Let me look at you.” Her mother cups her face. “God, Tara, couldn’t you have at least put on a little concealer? When was the last time you slept?”

My girl turns to me and holds out her hand like I’m a lifeline. “I want to introduce you to Ryker Hudson.”

Her mom freezes. “I didn’t realize we were having more company today.” She shoots a pointed look at Tara again. “Honey. You should have told me.”

“I didn’t think it mattered.” I can tell she’s lying.

Tara’s mother schools her expression and turns her charm all the way to one thousand. “The more the merrier, I always say. Mr. Hudson, it’s wonderful to meet you.” She glances at Tara again, her smile getting faker. “Your brother also invited an extra guest. You two need to let us know when you’re bringing guests, so I can make sure the cook has enough food prepared for everyone.”

“I’m sure it’s fine. It’s brunch, Mom. What’s on the menu, crab cakes and quiche?”

“Of course, they’re your favorite.” Her mom turns back to me and holds her hand out. “I’m Rebecca.”

“Lovely to meet you.” I take her hand and kiss her middle knuckle. “You have an incredible daughter.”

Rebecca looks back at Tara. “Now I see why you aren’t getting any sleep. Good for you, sugar.”

“Oh my god, Mom.” Tara rubs her temples.

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