Dylan (Bachelors of the Ridge #1) Read Online Free

text to my mom before I got out, letting her know I’d made it safely. Just as I was tucking my phone into my back pocket, the driver’s side door was wrenched open.
    “Welcome to Colorado, dickhead!” Garrett said with a huge smile, then tossed something at me.
    The sun made it sparkle as it settled into every nook and cranny on me. And in my truck. “Glitter? Seriously?”
    “Not just any glitter,” he said as I picked a piece from my eyebrow. “It’s Denver Broncos glitter. Welcome to the state of actually having a good football team.”
    Sure enough, the one I held in my hand was a tiny blue, white and orange Bronco head. It would have been a lot easier if I could have been pissed at Garrett, but it was virtually impossible. So I did the next best thing and grabbed him in a giant bear hug, lifting him up off of his feet and guaranteeing that he got as much glitter on him as I probably had on me.
    He shoved at me when I let him go, and the way we laughed set something within me at ease. I hadn’t seen him in five years, and we’d only gone to school together for another five in late middle school, early high school when his family had relocated from Colorado to Michigan for his father’s job.
    “Took you long enough,” he said, swiping at the glitter that was still stuck on his forearm.
    “As much as I love my truck, and I do, it’s not the fastest for cross country travels. I swear I had semis passing me for a couple hours in Nebraska.”
    Garrett laughed as I walked around the front of my truck and stretched my arms above my head. The sun felt amazing, and the heat in the air surprised me for May, especially since you could still see some white on the tips of the mountains.
    “Need me to grab anything?”
    “Yeah,” I said, then whipped a duffel bag at him, grinning when it caught him on the side of the head.
    “Dick.”
    “That’s for the glitter, a-hole.” Snagging the strap for my laptop bag and my backpack, I followed him up the driveway, admiring the way the sidewalk up to his front door was neatly landscaped. “You plant flowers now?”
    He sniggered and looked over his shoulder. “Anna.”
    “Ahh, makes sense.” Anna was his sister, younger than us by a few years. “What’s she up to these days?”
    “She’s an interior designer at a firm downtown, still married to the douche, which drives me up a wall, but what can you do?”
    We cleared the heavy wood door that led into his condo, and I stopped dead. It looked like I’d walked into a model home done up for a magazine shoot. All granite countertops, dark leather furniture and mahogany wood tables, and pillows. A lot of pillows in large, sturdy chairs.
    “Garrett?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Did you sleep with one of Anna’s coworkers or something?”
    He set my bag down just next to the door of the guest room that would be mine until I could find my own place. “You making fun of my place?”
    “Nooooo,” I drawled and hooked my laptop bag on onto the back of one of the chairs tucked into the dining table. The immaculately decorated dining room table. “I’m just … having throw pillow envy. Garrett, I gotta tell you, that’s a really masculine shade of blue.”
    He flipped his middle finger up at me, something he used to do often in high school.
    “Anna,” he sighed and walked past me to open the fridge. “She thinks I’ll find a wife if my place looks nice. Want a beer?”
    Even though my mouth watered, I shook my head. “I shouldn’t. I’m gonna take a quick shower and go check out the bar. I’ll take something with caffeine though, if you’ve got it.”
    He rolled his eyes, but handed me a can of Coke from the door of the fridge. “I can already tell that your work ethic is going to annoy the shit out of me.”
    “Shut up and come help me unhook the U-Haul, then you can be annoyed to your heart’s content.”

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    I didn’t know whether everyone had the feeling that I was currently experiencing. The feeling