I’m completely dumbfounded, looking around like I must be missing the punchline of a joke.

“You live here?” I’m hot on his heels, just as anxious to see the inside.

“Yeah, why?”

A laugh escapes my lips. “It’s the suburbs.”

“Yeah, so?” He clearly doesn’t see the humor here. I almost expect a golden retriever to come bounding out the kitchen. There’s no dog, but there is definitely a comfortable homey feeling when I walk in the door. It doesn’t appear that anyone hit up Pottery Barn when putting it together, but there is art on the walls, a comfy-looking couch, a record player next to stacks of dusty albums.

“So...it’s not really your style. You live here alone?”

“I had a roommate, but now I live alone.” He’s in the kitchen with his back to me. There’s a stack of mail on the counter, so obviously someone has been helping him care for it, maybe Logan or Rafe. And I’m too busy being nosey to register his answer.

He had a roommate.

“A girlfriend?” I ask, being intrusive on purpose.

“No.”

A smirk sneaks its way onto my lips. He’s sifting through the mail while I snoop around his living room. There’s a picture tacked up by the front door. It’s not in a frame, but it’s obvious he wanted it up to see it. It’s five young guys, and it looks like it was taken on the pier. One of them can’t be older than ten, sitting on the bench with a sour expression while the four guys around him look to be closer to their late teens. It takes me a second before I spot Murph. He’s in the back with his arm around another guy just as tall as him. Without his beard, I almost didn’t recognize him, but those emerald greens gave him away. He must have been trying to look tough because the pair of them have their chests puffed out while the boy with a buzzed head on his arm can’t keep a straight face. There’s a cigarette sticking out of his mouth and a smile in his eyes.

Logan is easy to pick out too. His golden locks and boyish looks make him easy to recognize, and he doesn’t look much older than the other boy...who I’m only realizing now is Ryder.

“Oh my god…” I giggle from the living room.

“The only picture of all of us together.” His deep voice startles me. I didn’t even notice him approaching and now he’s nearly flush with my body as he looks too.

“That’s Ryder?” I ask. “How old was he?”

“I don’t know. Eight?”

Then he points out Logan next to him and Rafe looking too handsome for words on the end with his dark hair and sharp-as-knives cheekbones.