Page 343 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

“They don’t have that.”

“What?”

“Us.”

Ronan laughed bitterly.

“They literally listened to us.”

“They heard it.”

Elliot stopped in front of him.

“That isn’t having it.”

Ronan looked at him. Elliot’s voice softened.

“You said that yourself.”

When? Then he remembered. Nobody knows what this is except us. Fuck. Ronan looked away. Elliot touched his fingers. Barely.

“Saint can know every word we’ve ever said.”

Ronan looked back.

“They still don’t know what they mean when you say them.”

Something in his chest loosened. Not enough. Some.

“You’re manipulative.”

“Yes.”

“At least you admit it.”

“I’m trying.”

Ronan let Elliot take his hand. No sex. No biting. Just fingers linked. The doorbell rang downstairs. Vance. Elliot’s grip tightened. Ronan felt it.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“We show her the note.”

“Yes.”

“We show her the Saint phone.”

Silence. Ronan stared. Elliot’s jaw tightened.

“Yes.”

“And we tell her Nathan knew about Saint.”

“Yes.”

“Anything else?”