Taylor opened the door as Ryder brushed past her into the apartment. “Is anyone here?” he asked.

“No.” Taylor crossed her arms over her chest. Ryder took off his coat and laid it on the top of the couch. Why was he here? A deep line creased between his brows - tension radiated from him.

He walked up to her and took her hand, giving her that charming seductive smile she had seen him use on many girls. That smile never worked on her. “Hey, Taylor,” he said.

“What are you doing here?”

Ryder placed his hands on her hips. “Let’s be like old times.”

Taylor raised her eyebrows. “Already...