Dinner Date - Chapter - 12

Flora -POV

"I'll tell you everything later. I don't trust you yet to keep information to yourself and not spill it to that woman," Ryker said. I raised an eyebrow at his comment.

"Her name is Belle," I corrected. "And I won't share everything with her." He sighed, clearly doubting my words.

"Let's take this one day at a time. We'll reveal our secrets gradually. I need time to trust you. Discussing sensitive matters with you now doesn't feel right," he said.

"You make it sound like I'm some clueless teenager," I retorted.

"Aren't you technically eighteen and a half years old?" Ryker countered.

"Old geezer," I shot back, to which he raised an eyebrow.

"I'm only 30, not 60," he clarified.

"Whatever," I responded dismissively, focusing on the delicious food and wine before us. We continued eating in silence, and my frustration grew with Ryker's reluctance to open up about the pack, me, or himself.

"Where's Ivan?" I inquired about his son. Ryker looked distant for a moment.

"He's