Becky
I found Ryder first, mostly because I knew he'd been the one with the most hesitation, and I wanted to hear his honest concerns before I let myself get too attached to the idea of marrying Adrian at all.
He was in the garage, working on his bike the way he usually did when he needed something to occupy his hands while his mind worked through something complicated, and he looked up when I came in, setting down his wrench immediately.
"Adrian talk to you?" he asked.
"He did. I wanted to hear it from you directly, though. How you actually feel about it, not just whatever conclusion you all reached together in that conversation."
Ryder wiped his hands on a rag, considering the question with the same careful deliberation he brought to everything. "Honestly? My first instinct was worr
