I shivered, our eyes locking for another long beat of silence. Once more, it was a moment carved out for a goodbye. For a “Glad you didn’t set my apartment on fire, Sydney. Have a good night.” But it never came. Ranger Reynolds was an enigma. He could be wearing a button-down shirt and vest, yet covered in flour. Wearing a tie, but his hair was tossed like churning waves. And he could be smart… impossibly smart… but so unaware of social cues.
