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“Then I may as well finish this off. It’s… pretty good.” He lifted his tumbler, tossed back the rest of the bourbon, and coughed for a second.

“It’s definitely good stuff,” I chuckled.

He looked at me with such earnest eyes. “Thank you, Knox, for your patience. Maybe one day, I’ll get the guts to talk about it, but not anytime soon.”

It all made me more and more curious, but I wouldn’t bother him about it again. Something had clearly made him upset.

Chapter 13

Ryder

Finn:I’mcomingover.

Okay, then.

Good thing I wasn’t doing anything other than sleeping. It’d been a late night, as usual, after working at the club. I quickly got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom I shared with Atlas for a shower.

I came out feeling clean and refreshed, with a towel wrapped around me, and made myself a cup of coffee.

“You have a guest waiting in your bedroom,” Luna said, startling me. I turned to find her sitting on a mat on the floor between the open kitchen and living room, meditating… or she was supposed to be.

“Oh, shit… I didn’t see you there, Luna.”

She smirked and scanned me up and down. “If I’d known how tight you were, I would almost consider going straight.”

I chuckled, feeling the heat on my face. “I’m not sure your girlfriend would appreciate that.”

“Indeed. Your boyfriend’s cute, though, and charming.”

“He’s not my boyfriend, but… we may have something going on.”

“Well, he’ll definitely get serious once he sees you with only a towel on.”

I added cream and sugar to my coffee and stirred it. “Sorry, I thought everyone was gone.”

“Oh, don’t apologize. I don’t regret a second, even if I do prefer girls.”

My face heated again, and I made my way back to my bedroom, where I found Finn looking around my small bedroom. I was almost certain his walk-in closet was bigger than my room.

“Clever idea to have communal-type living. Helps with the rising cost of living,” he said with his back to me, looking at a framed photo of me with a couple of friends from back in college, one of them being my best friend, Waylon. We were getting ready for a football game, wearing the University of Nebraska school colors of red and white. It was my only photo, just to show someone actually lived in this damn room.

I’d left Nebraska rather quickly and didn’t take much with me.

“Nothing in this room says ‘Ryder.’”

Finn turned to face me before falling onto my bed and smirking. “You didn’t have to get dressed… down for me, but I appreciate the show.”

I rolled my eyes, turned away to hide my continually flaming face, and dug into my dresser for some underwear. God, why was I always blushing? We’d fooled around enough that I shouldn’t be embarrassed at all.

“Where are all your things? Photos of family, art on the walls, a fucking throw pillow.”

“I don’t know. Decorating isn’t my thing, I guess.”

“Hmm, I suppose. It looks rather lonely in here.”

I said nothing, ignoring all his hedging, and pulled on my boxer briefs under my towel before removing it.

“So, this is an unexpected surprise. How was your runway show?”

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