“Not for long,” Kit said bitterly. He tugged out of Red’s arms. “I need to wash my face.”
Ronan stepped forward. He couldn’t be much older than Kit and gave off a sun-tanned surfer vibe, his wheat blond hair tumbling over his shoulders. He was taller and broader than everyone in the room, yet it was clear from his body language that he deferred to Mo. “Hi, Kit. I’m Ronan. Can we talk for a moment?”
Kit gave a weary nod. Whatever. They wanted to get rid of him. He got it. He caught Ronan’s quick glance to Red and the older man’s nod. What was that all about?
Then Ronan herded Kit toward the panic room, but he didn’t touch him.
“He’s not my Daddy,” Kit grumbled as Ronan shut the door behind them. “You don’t have to ask his permission to talk to me.”
“Yeah, I do. He’s the lead on your protection.”
“I need to change that.”
The last thing he needed was more time sharing this cabin with a man who was going to walk out on him.
Ronan turned to him. “Are you making a complaint?”
Kit blinked. “I thought he was here for me.”
“Red? He is here for you.” Ronan looked confused. “He’s taken care of you since the shooting at the club.”
“Because he’s my bodyguard.”
“Yes.”
“Not my Daddy.”
It was kinda weird to have this conversation with a straight guy—Kit saw the wedding ring—but Ronan worked for the Biker Daddy Bodyguards. It wasn’t as if Ronan didn’t have a clue about the Daddy/boy dynamic.
Ronan’s expression softened and Kit ground his teeth together at the pity he saw in Ronan’s gaze.
“Give it time,” Ronan murmured, leaning forward and making sure the older men couldn’t hear him. “They’re all the same. Huffing and puffing about being out of the Daddy game and saying no at every opportunity.” He gave a wry smile. “Mo still says no, but that’s when Joseph is acting up. Which happens a lot.”
Kit folded his arms across his chest. His world was falling apart. He didn’t care about Mo and Joseph. “Your point being?”
Ronan rolled his eyes. “Anyone with two working eyes can see he’s desperate to hold you and take care of you. He was scared out of his mind when you ran away. He’s holding back for some reason.”
“Then why is he talking about dumping me somewhere?”
“Because that’s protocol.”
“Not for the Biker Daddy Bodyguards.”
“Red’s still at the huffin’ and the puffin’ stage,” Ronan said. “He’ll work through it. They all do.”
“I wish I had your confidence,” Kit muttered.
“Give him time. Let him protect you. Red’s still working through what happened with Davie.”
“Did you know Davie?”
“In passing. The security world is a small one. We met at an awards ceremony.”
“He was a member of the Evergreen Wolves.”
“I didn’t know that. I’m surprised your brother didn’t go to Monaghan’s.”
“It was a long time ago. He knew Red better.”
