Not only was he not much on being at work early in the morning, but he hadn’t had a very restful night. Actually, it had been the worst sleep he’d had in ages. Half the night he’d been hard as a rock and gave up early this morning by just taking a cold shower. He might have taken matters into his own hands, but anymore, when it came to Irene, he found himself even more frustrated after and aching for the real thing. “You’re in early,” Reed said from his desk. Ryder glared at him, still pissed about the day before. “Just reporting in before I head over to the bakery,” he said. Reed looked up from the computer and grinned. “That right?” “Dick,” Ryder said and flopped onto the couch. Reed shrugged. “I want to see my older brother happy. So sue me.” “You might not say that when you hear what I told her,” he said. Reed raised a brow. Ryder knew this was going to be tough, but he wasn’t really sure how tough. It wasn’t like his brother had spent much time in the field himself recently since his daughter Violet had been born.
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