ISLA’S POV“Your…your house?”The words left my mouth in a stunned whisper. Ryder stood in the doorway, filling it completely. His sharp green eyes were cold and assessing, moving over me like he was trying to figure out what the hell I was doing here. Up close he looked even more intimidating.The temperature in the room seemed to drop.“What are you even talking about?” I managed. “The receptionist sent me here.”He scoffed, a short, disbelieving sound. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Don’t tell me you were following me.”I stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “Following you? Please. If I was following you, how did I get the keycard? You’re not that dumb, are you?”I raised the keycard between us like proof. His eyes flicked to it, then back to my face. Something unreadable moved behind those green eyes.He took a step toward me.I moved back on instinct, bringing my hand up. “Stay back.”“You’re in my house,” he said, voice low. “In my room.”“This is your room?” I glanced around
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