Page 266 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

“Everything.”

Elliot’s hand disappeared from his wrist. Ronan looked at him. Rebecca caught that too. Thomas continued.

“I’m not accusing either of you of anything.”

Good. That made one person in the house.

“But if someone is targeting Elliot because of Ronan—”

“They aren’t.”

Elliot said it too quickly. Ronan turned. Thomas frowned.

“How do you know?”

“I don’t.”

There. Ronan almost laughed. Elliot heard it too. His own forbidden word. Rebecca crossed her arms.

“I need to understand what is happening.”

“So do we,” Ronan said.

“That isn't good enough.”

“No offense, but none of this is currently waiting for us to catch up.”

Thomas looked toward the window. The officer outside disappeared behind the carriage house. Rebecca’s expression softened. Not much. Enough.

“Are you safe?”

Ronan almost answered. Elliot beat him again.

“Yes.”

Ronan looked at him. Elliot’s face was perfect. Calm. Reassuring. A lie. Ronan had learned the difference.

“No,” Ronan said.

Elliot’s eyes snapped toward him. Rebecca went pale. Thomas straightened.

“What?”

“We’re not safe.”

“Ronan.”

Elliot’s voice contained warning. Ronan ignored it.

“Someone was outside our bedroom. Someone has been sending pictures. Dylan was abducted. Whatever this is, saying we're safe because cops are parked outside doesn't make it true.”

Rebecca looked frightened. Ronan hated that. But he was tired of lies. Which was fucking hilarious considering what he had spent the last several hours doing. Thomas picked up his phone.

“You’re both coming to the main house.”

“No,” Elliot said.

Ronan turned. Thomas stared.