“You two live together?” Ryke picks up a picture frame from the desk. “She’s a Calloway.” Connor leans a hip on the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. Ryke says, “That doesn’t mean anything to me.” “My dad created Fizzle,” I explain. “I know, that explains why Connor’s hanging around the two of you, but that has nothing to do with you two being together.” He puts the frame down. Connor raises his hand. “Just to clarify, I actually kind of like these two. Never a dull moment.”
