Ezra was the one who guided Ryder to the back of the SUV and forced him into the backseat. “What the fuck were you thinking, Ryder?” Remorse leached into his tone, and he kept his voice low so only Ryder could hear. “You know I can’t cover for this.” “I wouldn’t ask you to.” He would never get him involved in his mess. His attention skated to where Dakota numbly nodded at whatever the paramedic was saying. His chest pulled tight. Heavy with that feeling. And for the first time, he recognized what it really meant. “Even if it means you just landed your ass behind bars?” Ezra pressed. “She’s
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