Ryder
I considered the question seriously, the way I considered most things she asked me directly. “Good, actually. Watching you and Adrian get married, I thought it might stir up more complicated feelings than it did. But it just felt right. Like watching one piece of this whole complicated thing settle properly into place.”
“I’m glad,” she said softly, turning to look at me, something warm and searching in her expression in the dim porch light. “Ryder, can I tell you something?”
“Always.”
“I’ve been waiting,” she said. “Since that night by the pool. Not because I don’t want you, or because I’ve been prioritizing the others over you. Just because everything’s moved so fast these past weeks, and I wanted to make sure whatever happened between us happened because we both actually chose
