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My back stiffens, kicking into defense. “Because it felt right.”
“Do you do a lot of other things because they feel right?” he asks.
I tilt my head in question. “I’m not sure where you’re going with this.”
“Do you. Do other things. Because they feel right.”
“If you’re asking me if I’m impulsive, then of course. I feel like Jerry and I have that in common.”
“I’m not asking about Jerry; I’m asking about you.”
I’m not sure why him saying that makes me think about what life would have been like if I had Jerry in it when I was younger, but it does. Growing up as an only child with no one to protect me and no one to talk to about my problems and experiences was a lot.
I just want—
“Hey, where did you go?” Ronan interrupts my thoughts as we stop dancing, his finger gripping my chin. My eyes drift up to his.
“If you’re asking me if I follow my heart, the answer is yes. Do you?”
He shakes his head. “I’ve never had a reason to.”
“But you do now,”
“Yes.”
I gulp, all too aware of his skin on mine. The way his fingers touch the naked skin on my back, drifting down to just above my ass.
“If you’re worried that he’s going to hurt me, I don’t think you need to. I think he’s a good dude; he’s just doing his job.”
I watch as his posture shifts, his shoulders rearing back as his entire energy shifts. “Whether I like it or not, you’re my wife. No one is going to hurt you while you’re mine.”
He lets go of me, heading back to our seats. The table is empty except for his jacket.
I follow him, not saying a word.
Jacket in hand, Ronan silently moves toward the door, apparently deciding that we’ve had enough and that we can get going. I look around, not seeing anyone of importance anywhere.
“What are you doing?” I ask him, grabbing at his sleeve.
“This is work.”
“That back there wasnotwork, Ronan.”
He stays silent, and I roll my eyes, letting go of him.
When the valet brings us his car, we both get in, not a word spoken.
And you see, that’s just not fucking okay with me.
“Can you put on music?” I ask him, slumping down in my seat.
“No.”
“Ronan,”
“Sydney,”
“Why.”
