Once Ryder and I finish, I grab our dishes and put them in the sink. I turn around and walk right into Ryder. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and blush. "Sorry," I whisper.
Ryder looks like he wants to say something but is nervous. He leans against the island and awkwardly places both hands behind him. "So, I'm not ready to go to bed just yet. Do you want a tour of my office? If you aren't tired, of course!"
I look up at him, hopeful, but then I remember being held captive here. However, this is the first time I don't feel like I am fighting to survive in weeks. I still haven't forgotten that someone wants me dead.
I look at Ryder and smile. "Sure!"
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Ryder opens his bedroom door with the palm scanner and ushers me inside. We walk straight to his office.