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 ...