“Will this room work okay?” Ryker asks from behind me. I look over my shoulder, finding him leaning against the doorframe. He has his arms folded across his chest as his brown eyes watch me closely. “Yes,” I answer, ripping my gaze from his to look around the room. It’s bigger than I was expecting. A large white oak bed sits against the far wall. It’s massive and stunning, looking like it’d been picked straight from an estate sale and placed into the house. A beautiful pale blue comforter sits on the freshly made bed. Whoever was in charge of getting the house ready did a good job. There are
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