Chapter 72

My footsteps are unwilling, heart refusing to step inside the building where Ryan, Giovani, and Wyatt live. When the three of them were traveling, my mother was the one dusting their shelves and taking care of their plants. She even filled the fridge with food yesterday.

"Thank you so much for taking care of our house." Ryan smiles at my mother with a cup of coffee in his hand. He is leaning against the counter with his back. He looks over at me. "Why don't you join Wyatt and... Uh, your friend in the living room?"

Because Angelica is hitting on your son, Ryan—that's why.

I forcefully glue a smile to my lips. "Sure, why not?"

Ryan looks amused, but I can't for the life of me figure out why. Perhaps he can feel the attraction I feel towards his son? It wouldn't surprise me—Ryan is a wise older man, and he is sharp.

"Have fun," Ryan smirks. "Oh, and Maeve?"

I spin around, catching his growing smirk. I can see where Wyatt gets his handsom