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“I didn’t like you not being here when I woke up.”
Mac reaches up and tucks a curl that slipped from my bun behind my ear. “I know, Mo Grá. I didn’t want to go, but we have to go back to work sooner or later. We figured Kings was the safest place to start.”
Finn turns off the shower and steps out. After grabbing his towel, he moves to stand behind me, rubbing his hands up and down my arms. “That’s what we told her.”
“I’m just not ready to pop our little bubble. As much as I’ve been climbing the walls, the thought of actually leaving them is terrifying.”
“It’ll all be okay,” Mac responds. “We will keep you safe this time. No one will touch you ever again.”
“We promise,” Finn adds.
“I know you will.”
They each give me one last kiss before stepping away. “Hey, before I forget. Ummm,” I trail off as I fiddle with the hem of my towel.
“What is it, Angel?”
“I wanted to talk to the three of you about my apartment, about staying here?”
The two of them share a look, and I immediately know I’m missing something.
“I mean, if you don’t want me to move in here permanently, I understand. After all of this is done, I can move back into my apartment. I just didn’t know where you guys were at. Do you not want me to stay here? Is it Ronan? Oh, God. This is embarrassing. I shouldn’t have assumed. Now I’m rambling.” I drop my face into my hands.
“Harper.” Finn’s commanding voice makes me lift my face from my hands. Except when I look at his face, he looks like he’s trying to hold in a laugh.
Okay, rude.
“This isn’t funny!”
They look at one another again, sharing some sort of silent, apparently funny conversation. Finn runs his hand down his face as he tries to hold in his laugh. “This should be good.”
“What? What should be good?” Now I’m so confused.
“Come on, Pretty Girl. Why don’t you get dressed and we’ll go talk to Ronan. I think you’ll be interested in what he has to say.”
I look back at Finn, who holds up his hands in surrender. “I’m not saying a word.”
Well, this should be good.
23
Ronan
What a dickhead. I should have known not to trust him. “I just want to shower with her alone,” my ass.
That’s fine, though. Now I get to have her to myself all night. I feel like a sixteen-year-old kid who’s about to lose his virginity, but I can’t help it. My body aches for her. To touch her, to kiss her, to hold her, to be so deep inside of her she will feel me there for all of time.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved this last week. It came as a shock to everyone when I willingly closed the door to my office and shut off any communication as far as our “businesses” go. I was a little surprised I was so willing to do it myself, but we needed it. I needed it. Since Harper got back, I’ve struggled to keep it together. No matter what they say, I constantly feel like what happened was my fault. Logan took her because I couldn’t keep her safe. Declan planted Logan in our home, and I fucking missed it. Harper was running through the woods, practically naked because I let her down. Mac and Finn, my brothers, were broken because of me.
Me.
It’s all on me.
For the first time in my life, I had no plan. I didn’t know what to do. The only thing I did know was that I wanted to be here with her, where I knew she would be safe with all of us. I wanted to keep her as close to me as physically possible. So, when Finn suggested that we take a few days to rest and recover, I was all for it. I shut everything else out and focused on Harper’s healing. The only time I’ve been on my phone was to call Mum and Pascal, to take care of a few things for Harper, and to check in with Luca. They still haven’t seen or heard shit, as far as Logan and Declan go. It’s too quiet, and it’s making me fucking antsy. We’re going to have to go on the offensive sooner rather than later. I refuse to sit around and wait for something else to happen, again.
Harper’s healing surprised all of us. Between upping her calorie intake to put some weight back on, taking all of the recommended vitamins that Doc gave her, therapy sessions with Lisa, and loads of rest, she almost seems like she’s back to her usual self. The shine is back in her hair, her delicious curves are back, she has color in her face, the sass I love to hate has returned in full force, and she’s smiling.
That fucking smile.
