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Judging him.
Blaming him.
Waiting to see whether he’d ever come back.
He doesn’t look uncomfortable.
He doesn’t look angry either.
He just looks like a man who finally stopped giving a shit whether anyone thinks he belongs.
Then his gaze finds mine and everything else disappears.
Ryder gets off the bike and walks toward me.
Lila appears at my side. “Holy shit.”
“Don’t.”
“That’s Dad’s bike.”
“I know.”
“He got it running.”
“I can see that.”
“You’re shaking.”
“I hate you.”
She laughs and disappears.
Traitor.
Ryder crosses the square.
People watch.
He doesn’t look at any of them.
Only me.
He stops on the other side of my book table.
“Hey, librarian.”
I fold my arms.
“Hey, Rebel.”
His mouth curves.
“I heard you’re leaving tomorrow.”
“Was.”
My heart jumps but I refuse to let him see it.
