Chapter 105 Summer Nights

POV: ISOBEL

Ryder was stretched out on the couch, boots off, phone in hand, when it buzzed with Ma flashing across the screen.

“Hey, Ma,” he drawled, that Tennessee lilt softened by years of New York polish.

“Well, hey yourself,” Celeste replied. “I’m throwin’ some ribs on the smoker tonight. Tho...

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