Odessa POV
“Where is she? How could she invite me for drinks and not show up?”
I was sitting alone outside the bar, freezing my ass off because my best friend was not returning my calls or texts. I had one sweet margarita in front of me. Alcohol wasn’t helping me the way I thought it would.
“Talking to yourself again, Wildcat? I’m starting to think it’s a habit.”
“Ryder,” I said.
He wore a red and white Daciana Devils jersey over a black shirt.
“What are you doing here? You don’t go to school here, do you?”
He frowned. “I didn’t go back to college as soon as I turned pro. My dad hated it, but there was nothing he could do.”
“So you let the rest of us slave away, I see.”
He chuckled and pulled out a seat. He was my mate’s worst enemy, but there was something about Ryder that made
