I yanked open the bathroom door and bolted into the hallway, water dripping everywhere. I didn’t think. I didn’t look.

I dove.

Straight onto Ryder, who had just turned the corner with a bowl of something in his hand.

We crashed to the floor in a flailing mess of limbs and curses.

“Jesus—Evie?!”

“There’s a spider!” I shrieked, clinging to his very solid and very shirtless chest like my life depended on it. Which, honestly, it did.

“A what—?”

“A SPIDER, RYDER. A big one. With legs. And an agenda to kill me!”

He blinked at me, clearly trying to process the fact that I was…well…soapy, wet, and very much...