Author POV FIVE DAYS LATER Ryder didn’t knock. Saturday morning, 9:14AM, he used the spare key Kayla swore she never gave him and let himself into her studio apartment like he paid rent there.Kayla was on the couch, hoodie swallowed over her frame, pack of noodles steaming on the coffee table. Her hair was a mess. Her face was bare. She had no strength to talk about office so she asked Riley to take care of it .She looked six months pregnant already, but the test said one month. Pregnancy was rude like that.“Get up,” Ryder said, holding two coffees. One black, one with three sugars. He knew which was hers. Kayla didn’t look up. “I’m not moving for you, Ryder.” “Yeah, you are.” He set the coffee down and tossed her jacket at her head. “Weekend date. You, me, the baby. Beach.” “I’m not helpless,” she muttered, but she sat up and took the coffee anyway. Three sugars.“Never said you were. I said we’re going. Big difference.” He grinned. That stupid, crooked grin that made girl
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