“Fine. I’ll admit, I’m slightly intrigued. I just don’t get it. Why won’t he talk to me?” Maddox nods his head to the right and starts walking slowly, talking as we leave the crowded space by the fire. “I shouldn’t tell you this, but it’s really not his fault. Ridge doesn’t speak under immense pressure or when he’s nervous. It all started when he was a kid. Believe me, he has a lot he wants to say to you.” I stop walking, and Maddox does the same. “But why would Ridge be nervous around me?” “Because he likes you. A lot.”
