Seattle. My greatest nightmare.Thankfully, my overbearing big brother had sent me urgent cash to come back home. In his words: “I'll feel better close to family.”After checking the boxes at security, I picked up my bag and walked out of the airport. I searched through the crowd until my eyes landed on my name scribbled on a paper: “Dallas.” I smiled, looking up. My face fell the minute our eyes met.Ryder Callahan. My brother's best friend. The reason I ran far away from Seattle.He still had that bad boy vibe, but he was older now—taller, standing at about 6’7 with a huge, brooding frame. Tan lines peeked from his grey sweatpants and black shirt.I sucked it up, head held high, and strode toward him. I didn't say a word, leaving my box for him to carry while I headed off to book a taxi.“I drove,” he calmly said, putting my bags into his massive 2025 Range Rover. Hearing his voice made something in me melt, a cold shiver running down my spine.“I want to book a taxi. You can drive
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