Lila POV I never expected him to be so young.When my dad mentioned that one of his friends would be staying at the house for a few days, I pictured someone closer to his own age. Someone with a slightly receding hairline, maybe a wedding ring, the kind of man who would call me “kiddo” and talk about interest rates or golf. Instead, the man standing in our living room was twenty-five — only five years older than me.His name was Ryan.He was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair that fell a little messily over his forehead and a smile that felt far too easy for someone who was supposedly my father’s friend. When he held out his hand, I took it without thinking. His palm was warm and slightly rough, and his eyes stayed on mine a second longer than they should have.“So you’re Lila,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Your dad talks about you all the time.”I felt heat rise in my cheeks. “I didn’t know he had friends this… young.”Ryan laughed, the sound deep and genuine. “We met through
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