RYAN'S POV

I got downstairs and saw Tracey sitting on the couch, her legs crossed neatly at the knees, her posture relaxed like she belonged there.

“Hey,” I said as I walked toward her, my tone neutral. “What’s going on? I didn’t ask you to come over.”

She looked up at me, lips curving into a small smile that lingered a second too long. “Oh hey. Yeah, I know,” she said lightly. “I was just passing through the street, saw your mansion, and decided to come say hi.”

I stopped a few steps away from her. “Not for anything important?”

She tilted her head slightly. “Well, I consider saying hi...