“Ryder ‘Hot Waiter’?” I ask, raising an eyebrow as I hold my phone up. “Is that seriously how you just listed yourself?” Grinning shamelessly, he slides his hands into his pockets with a shrug. “I didn’t want you to confuse me with the other Ryders.” And maybe it’s the hot sun, or maybe it’s Ryder’s presence, but I hold our eye contact as I admit, “There are no other Ryders.” Something flashes in his eyes at that, something I like way too much. When he speaks, his voice sounds like it’s been scraped over the rocky beach. “Good.”
