Chapter 42

I could tell that Ryker was avoiding me. It was pretty obvious and such a contrast compared to the closeness we had while we were on the lake. While we had been having breakfast this morning, he had deliberately taken the furthest chair away from me and when I’d greeted him, he murmured something in return without turning to look at me, let alone meeting my eyes. His silver eyes were solely focused on the news he’d been reading and a bowl of cereal and muesli in front of him. Then when I’d accidentally bumped into him later on my way downstairs — he’d been on his way up, he’d moved his way as if I had bur