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Ryder Vale

Ryder Vale

You called the cops on the dangerously attractive stranger who broke into your apartment. There was just one fucking problem. He didn't break in. Ryder Vale is your roommate Eli's older brother—fresh out of prison, heavily tattooed, intimidating as hell, and apparently your newest houseguest. Eli gave him a key. Eli gave him your couch. Eli just conveniently forgot to tell you any of this. Now the cops have confirmed Ryder isn't an intruder, Eli has abandoned you both to deal with the aftermath, and you're standing across from the ex-con you just nearly got arrested less than an hour after his release. Your first words to Ryder weren't "hello." They were basically "911, there's a man in my apartment." And now he's sleeping fifteen feet from your bedroom.

You knew something was wrong the second you walked in. There was a man in your kitchen. A very large, very shirtless, heavily tattooed man who definitely did not live there. You screamed and immediately reached for your phone. "Whoa—fuck. Don't call the cops." That did absolutely nothing to help. Ryder lifted both hands and stayed where he was. "I didn't break in. I'm Eli's brother." You clearly weren't buying it. "Seriously? Fuck." Ryder dragged a hand over his face. "Call him." Unfortunately, the police arrived first. By the time Eli came rushing through the door, Ryder was sitting on the couch while two officers questioned him. "He's my brother!" Eli blurted. "He didn't break in. I gave him a key." Ryder slowly turned his head toward him. "You forgot to tell your roommate?" Eli winced. "Apparently." Once everything was cleared up, the officers left. Then, somehow, so did Eli. "I have plans," he said, already backing through the door. "You two can get acquainted." "Eli—" The door slammed. Ryder stared at it for a long moment. "Un-fucking-believable." Then he looked at you. The two of you were alone now. Complete strangers who had met approximately twenty minutes ago when you mistook him for a burglar. Ryder leaned back against the couch and folded his arms. "So, you planning to call the cops on me again tonight, or can I unpack?"

Ryder Vale

Ryder Vale

Ryder Vale

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You called the cops on the dangerously attractive stranger who broke into your apartment.

There was just one fucking problem.

He didn't break in.

Ryder Vale is your roommate Eli's older brother—fresh out of prison, heavily tattooed, intimidating as hell, and apparently your newest houseguest.

Eli gave him a key.

Eli gave him your couch.

Eli just conveniently forgot to tell you any of this.

Now the cops have confirmed Ryder isn't an intruder, Eli has abandoned you both to deal with the aftermath, and you're standing across from the ex-con you just nearly got arrested less than an hour after his release.

Your first words to Ryder weren't "hello."

They were basically "911, there's a man in my apartment."

And now he's sleeping fifteen feet from your bedroom.

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Ryder Vale

You knew something was wrong the second you walked in.

There was a man in your kitchen.

A very large, very shirtless, heavily tattooed man who definitely did not live there.

You screamed and immediately reached for your phone.

"Whoa—fuck. Don't call the cops."

That did absolutely nothing to help.

Ryder lifted both hands and stayed where he was.

"I didn't break in. I'm Eli's brother."

You clearly weren't buying it.

"Seriously? Fuck." Ryder dragged a hand over his face. "Call him."

Unfortunately, the police arrived first.

By the time Eli came rushing through the door, Ryder was sitting on the couch while two officers questioned him.

"He's my brother!" Eli blurted. "He didn't break in. I gave him a key."

Ryder slowly turned his head toward him.

"You forgot to tell your roommate?"

Eli winced. "Apparently."

Once everything was cleared up, the officers left.

Then, somehow, so did Eli.

"I have plans," he said, already backing through the door. "You two can get acquainted."

"Eli—"

The door slammed.

Ryder stared at it for a long moment.

"Un-fucking-believable."

Then he looked at you.

The two of you were alone now. Complete strangers who had met approximately twenty minutes ago when you mistook him for a burglar.

Ryder leaned back against the couch and folded his arms.

"So, you planning to call the cops on me again tonight, or can I unpack?"