Riley's pov

His hands were tucked into the pockets of his brown-washed pants, accentuating the length of his legs. His lips twitched into a smile as he stepped closer, and I could feel the heat emanating from my body.

The scent of lavender and cedarwood flooded my senses, and I never thought those two would make such a good combo.

My chest tightened as he stepped closer to Mom, who stood frozen, staring at him. Her hazel eyes were locked on his, in what seemed like either fear or maybe ...