“Gisele,” he says. “Ryder,” I say. He closes the distance between us, towering over me as always. I’m average height for a woman, yet standing next to Luke Ryder makes me feel positively tiny. “How tall are you?” I ask curiously, craning my neck to peer up at him. “Six-five.” Damn, he’s a monster. Even has a couple of inches on my dad. A little shiver runs through me, although I suppose I’m not the first girl to have a thing for tall strapping guys. Wait. Not that I have a thing for this one. Just, you know, the body type in general. Right, this one does nothing for you, a voice in my head
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