They ran in different circles, and after that one kiss, they drifted out of their summer friendship. Despite his attempts to remain friends, Kinley made a point to avoid Ryder and his newfound popularity at all costs.
But that single lifechanging moment had stuck with him, at times prying its way into his dreams. Not so much Kinley, but that first kiss. Everything that moment had changed for him. Charlene’s words repeated in his mind.
Pull yourself together, man.You’re done with all that.
Ryder set the cups on the hood of his truck, allowing him to open his door. Unable to keep his gaze from the Buick as it headed down the block and turned south at Forget Me Not Lane. He should let it be. Kinley was likely visiting family. If she was still the same as he remembered, she’d be gone before the weekend was over.
His phone buzzed again. Another warning to get back to the lodge.
Ryder slammed his door shut and shifted into gear before he realized the coffees still sat on the hood.What’s wrong with you?For the second time, he managed to save the beverages seconds before their imminent doom.
Ryder should take it as a sign to leave this Kinley James business alone. He could blame his law enforcement instincts for his sudden insatiable curiosity. But Ryder had never been particularly great at leaving well enough alone.
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