Tessa
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee. Ryan was already in the kitchen, flipping pancakes. I walked in, rubbing sleep from my eyes.
“Morning, babe,” he said, sliding a plate toward me. “Joe should be here around noon.”
“Sounds good,” I replied, pouring myself a cup. “You think Joe’s still the same wild guy?” I asked.
Ryan laughed. “Probably worse. Last time we talked, he was in Europe, dating some model.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course he was.”
The doorbell rang at exactly noon. Ryan opened it, and there was Joe, grinning ear to ear, a bag slung over his shoulder. He looked even better than I remembered– tall, tanned, with messy blond hair and those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me.
“Ryan, my man!” Joe boomed, pulling him into a hug. “You haven
