*~~Chapter Seventy-One~~*

{~~Avery Sterling~~}

I noticed it late. It wasn't until we had turned into a street that I realized we weren't going to Logan's house. But if I was being kidnapped, this late realization would have fucked me up.

Ryan took me over to his place, navigating through the heavy rain with practiced ease. His house was closer than mine, a welcome reprieve from the storm that had already soaked me to the bone. The rain beat a steady tattoo on the roof of the car, the rhythmic sound almost soothing in its constancy. We pulled into his garage, the sound of the rain diminishing slightly as the automatic door closed behind us.

Ryan’s garage was spacious, large enough to fit up to six cars comfortably.

This knowledge would come to fuck me over only seconds after I made this realization.

As I stepped out of the car, grateful for the shelter, I heard another vehicle pulling in beside us. At first I thought it was Gareth since I know he lives with Ryan, but that was not the case. I swear I might be