Arranged

Chapter Fifty Five

12/23/2017

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The house looked to be three stories but also had a lot of square feet.

It was easily double the size of her old house, which she figured was her parents' Alpha house.

She raised her eyebrows as Ryder parked in front of the four door garage. He did like cars.

She leaned forward, glancing up at the third story which had a terrace.

Don't look excited, don't look excited, don't look excited--

"Do you like it?" Ryder asked, trying to read her thoughts.

She nodded, afraid that she'd sound too happy if she spoke.

"Good," he replied, getting out of the car.

She opened her door and followed him, eagerly waiting for him to unlock the door— which he did by punching in some numbers on a pad.

"Fancy," she commented, watching him unlock the door.

"Doesn't your parents' house have this?" he questioned her.

"Yeah, but it's still fancy," she shrugged, walking in through the now opened door he was holding for her.

A huge kitchen was on the right, shiny appliances on the white marble counters with dark cabinets lining the upper walls.

It was beautiful, looking straight out of a magazine.

"I had someone design it," Ryder mentioned, walking over to the living room and looking out the huge windows, "Looks like they're here with the rest of our stuff."

After about an hour, they had unpacked their things which were mostly just clothes since the house already had everything else in it.

Now it was Kristin and Ryder alone once again, but this time in a brand new three story house.

Their house.

The last couple of hours, Ryder had tried to make small talk with Kristin but she made sure not to carry on his one sided conversation so he'd know that this wasn't going to make things go back to normal between them.

She was in the master bedroom currently, standing out on the terrace and looking at the view of the river and forest. It reminded her of the arrangement house, except everything was on a much larger scale.

Closing the glass doors, she walked back inside, walking up to Ryder who was leaning in the doorway of their room, looking down at his phone.

With each step she took, the bond got stronger which felt like an invisible force was between them, pulling them together. That was the only way she could describe it.

She stopped a couple feet away, locking eyes with him.

"Thanks," she said, reaching out to lightly punch him in the arm.

She felt guilty that he had this all done for her— well both of them, but she wanted to at least thank him for it.

Tingles shot up her fist and she wished the bond would just chill for once.