Viggo And Ryker _best_ -

They were an odd pair—Viggo, a retired architect who still folded his napkins into precise triangles, and Ryker, a former wilderness guide who once started a campfire with two sticks and sheer stubbornness. They’d been neighbors for twelve years, then roommates for three, after Viggo’s wife passed and Ryker’s knee finally gave out.

“It’s leaning.”

Viggo looked up slowly. “A bookshelf.” viggo and ryker

“We have a problem,” Viggo said.

“Right. That too.”

“It’s not level,” Viggo said. But he was smiling. They were an odd pair—Viggo, a retired architect