Just as I expected, Kieran’s head snaps in my direction, and he shoots me a murderous glare.
“Excuse me?”
“We’re going to be married, so I assumed we would also be cohabitating.” I plop down on the couch, making a point of making myself comfortable.
“I had hoped that we would have the kind of marriage that comes with separate apartments.”
“Is that a thing?”
“It should be.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t try to redecorate your bachelor pad or anything.”
I get a grunt before he ultimately gives in and comes to sit on the couch, bringing with him his glass of whiskey as well as the bottle.
“Seriously?”
“What?” He glances at me over the top of his glass.
“You’re not going to offer me a drink?”
“No.”
“That’s not very hospitable of you.”
“Would you accept it if I did?”
“No, but that’s not the point.”
“Then what is the point,Riley?”
A shiver runs down my spine at the sound of my name on his lips.
Hearing Kieran Sullivan say my name in that rich, gravelly voice of his should not have any effect on me whatsoever. And yet, here I am, nothing more than a Riley-shaped puddle on his million-dollar couch.
I’m going to get myself in trouble if I’m not careful…
“What’s the matter, princess? Lost for words?”
“Stop calling me princess.”
“I will when you stop acting like one.”
“How have I acted like one?”
“By waltzing in here and demanding I give up my freedom for you.”
I huff a laugh. “I didn’t ask anything of you.Ronandid.”
“Don’t remind me.”
I try my best to hide my amusement. “Have I touched a nerve?”
“You want rules? Well, here they are. Don’t touch any of my things and stay in your room.”
“You’re an ass.”
“So I’ve been told once or twice.”
