Work For It

I should have known this was a bad idea.

I’m in the backseat of Ryker’s car, my legs crossed, my arms folded, my glare burning holes into the backs of their heads. Declan’s in the passenger seat, slouched comfortably, his fingers tapping against his knee in rhythm with the low music playing through the speakers.

Ryker is watching me in the rearview mirror as he drives. He has one hand resting lazi