Page 389 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

“Even after he knew.”

“Get to Saint,” Ronan said.

Nathan looked at him.

“You’re rude.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Elliot likes that.”

Ronan’s jaw tightened. Elliot spoke first.

“Saint.”

Nathan smiled.

“You finally figured out I wasn't him.”

“Apparently.”

“That hurt.”

“No, it didn’t.”

Nathan’s smile faded slightly. Good. Elliot continued.

“You wanted me to think you were Saint.”

“Sometimes.”

“Why?”

“Because Saint had you.”

Ronan felt Elliot go still. Nathan leaned forward.

“I wanted what they had.”

“What?”

“You.”

Elliot’s expression hardened. Nathan laughed.

“Not like Ronan.”

His eyes moved toward Ronan.

“I’m not stupid enough to think anyone gets that.”

Something possessive moved through Ronan. Nathan saw. Smiled. Elliot put his hand on Ronan’s thigh beneath the table. Stop. Funny. Roles reversed. Nathan continued.

“I wanted the part of you Saint had.”

“What part?”

“The one that listened.”