FIFTY | RYNN
Ryder had been stationed at the very same fire department that his grandfather had worked at. Not that it mattered where he worked. Anyone knew the Bennett/Kennedy family in public safety. They kept the city safe (or maybe questionable when you got back a couple generations). He had just gotten back from a call, boots hitting tile floor as he walked from the apparatus bay to the kitchen for lunch. He was just thankful they learned real fast that he had the same cooking skills as his grandfather, despite his mother’s teachings. Not watching where he was going, Ryder ran right into someone else. “Fuck. Shit, I’m sorr-yhi there. You’re new.”

















