“So.” Ryder nudges Axel. “What Ren said, is that what happens?” “I haven’t gotten that far,” Ax says. “But I imagine it’ll have something to do with a woman showing up and infiltrating his brain until all he does is think about her, worry about her, draw her, dream about her, until he’s miserable and his tidy plans to enjoy a long, uneventful bachelorhood are completely upended.” Axel stares into the fire and mutters darkly, “In other words, rampant chaos ensues.”
