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this?” He runs his nose against mine.
    “I wish. But my dad never agrees to anything like this.” I stroke the back of his neck, staring into his brown eyes. “I think this will be good for you.”
    “For me?”
    I nod. “You can finally give your side.”
    Ryker frowns, letting out a sigh. “I never said I wanted to give my side. I know my side.”
    I touch his arm. “That’s not what I am saying. I’m just saying I think it might make things complete, you can finally have a voice in all of this.”
    I sit up.
    Ryker pushes me back down on the bed grinning. “The only person I care about knowing what happened that night is right here underneath me right now.” His teeth graze my jaw. I kiss him gently, my fingers in his hair.
    My phone plinks, letting me know I have a text message. Just like it did five minutes before that and five minutes before that.
    “Someone is really trying to get your attention.” He lets me grab my phone and drops down beside me on the bed.
    I scroll to messages. “It’s my boss.”
    “Your boss texts you?”
    I nod.
    “I think I just saw a smirk.” He takes my phone. “You and your boss do lunch often?”
    I sit up, adjusting my top. “Once before.”
    “I’m starting to think your boss isn’t some balding fat ass.”
    I shake my head. “He’s not much older than us.” I’m not going to lie to him.
    “Is he married?”
    I scoot to the end of the bed. “God, no. Do you really think I am the kind of person who would go to lunch with a married man?”
    “I haven’t seen you in four years.” He grabs his shirt and starts putting it on. “I just have one question for you.”
    I raise an eyebrow.
    “Do I have competition?”
    I don’t even know what that means. “Do you want competition?”
    “Who is this guy?” Ryker takes my phone back. “Jackson Luckman. Why does that name sound familiar to me?”
    I shake my head. I’m still caught up on the competition remark.
    He grabs his phone that’s next to his wallet on the nightstand. “That’s why.”
    “Why?”
    “You’re working for the asshole that demolished four skate parks in the neighborhood to make banks and beauty parlors.” He scoffs. “This is my competition?”
    I struggle for words. “I don’t even know what you’re saying right now.”
    I plug my flat iron in and stare at myself in the mirror. Ryker is behind me giving me a look of--I don’t know--maybe agitation.
    “Are you playing stupid right now?” He crosses his arms. “Because I have known you for a long time now. And one thing you are not is stupid. Maybe Jackson buys this act, but I don’t.”
    I slam my brush down and groan. “I see your mouth hasn’t stopped running since the last time I saw you.” I had forgotten just how cocky Ryker can be when he wants to be.
    He wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my neck. The pangs of lust produce butterflies between my legs. “It never has and it never will. That’s why we got along so well. You were never afraid to argue back.”
    “That’s because I see past the good looks.” Other girls were more worried about Ryker’s charm and status being with him carried than to ever disagree with him. I pull away from him and start on my hair. “I’m not afraid to disagree with you. And I’m not afraid to make you mad.”
    “And I love that about you.” He watches me from the bed. “I know you wouldn’t lie to me. So, is this guy someone you could see yourself dating?”
    “I haven’t kissed him,” I inform him, “and I wanted to. But I didn’t because I thought that wouldn’t be the right thing to do.”
    “But you kissed me.”
    “Yes, I did.” I put the flat iron down and run a brush through my hair. “And I don’t regret it.”
    “And now you’re bringing me to dinner at your parents’ house. It seems like I’m in the lead.”
    I roll my eyes. “You are too cocky for your own good.”
    I take off my shirt and put on a clean one. I couple it with a pair