Page 117 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

“That makes sense.”

“About me.”

Elliot's eyes sharpened.

“What about you?”

“Fights.”

“What fights?”

“Merrick shit.”

Elliot's expression changed.

“The Aaron thing?”

“Yeah.”

Anger appeared immediately. Real. That surprised Ronan.

“He deserved it.”

Ronan laughed softly.

“Probably not the response police would love.”

“He grabbed me.”

“I remember.”

“He left bruises.”

“I remember that too.”

Elliot looked away. Ronan watched his jaw tighten. Even years later. There. That possessiveness between them wasn't one-sided. Never had been.

“What else?” Elliot asked.

“Us.”

Silence. Elliot looked back. The room seemed to shrink.

“What about us?”

“They know.”

His face emptied. Ronan watched it happen.

“How?”

“Didn't say.”

“Who told them?”

“Didn't say.”

“Claire?”