Ryder
I called Zoe into my office a few days after Cole's arrest, once the compound had settled back into something resembling normal rhythm, the danger finally behind us enough that ordinary business could resume its usual place. She arrived looking rested for the first time in weeks, some of the tension that had lived permanently in her shoulders finally easing.
"You wanted to see me?" she asked, settling into the chair across from my desk.
I slid a folder across to her without preamble, the same debt paperwork that had brought her into my life in the first place, all those weeks ago when three bikers showed up at the ashes of her father's garage expecting to collect what they were owed.
"What's this?" she asked, though something in her expression suggested she already suspected.
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