Chapter 11 IT FELT LIKE A CAFFEINE SHOT

Isla

I spared a glance at Ryder. He had not spoken since he had knocked on my door this morning and asked me if I was ready to leave. 

It seemed like he had also gotten the same text message like I did. 

Every time I spared a glance at him, his jaw was clenched and his grip on the steering wheel ...

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