Page 143 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

“After what?”

“After she asked.”

Ronan stared. Elliot turned.

“You want my phone?”

The question came hard. Ronan's chest tightened.

“No.”

“Take it.”

“No.”

Elliot pulled the phone from his pocket and held it out. Ronan didn't move.

“Go ahead.”

“Put it away.”

“No. You clearly want to check.”

“I said put it away.”

“Then stop treating me like I'm guilty of something.”

Ronan's anger flashed.

“I don't know what you're guilty of because you won't tell me the fucking truth.”

Silence. Elliot's hand lowered. There. Too far. Again. Ronan immediately knew. Elliot's face went blank. Not hurt. Not visibly. Worse.

“Fine.”

He walked past. Ronan caught his arm. Elliot ripped it free.

“Don't touch me.”

That hurt more than it should have. Ronan let his hand fall.

“What are you hiding?”

Elliot laughed once.

“Everything, apparently.”

“I'm serious.”

“So am I.”

“Is this about us?”

Elliot looked at him.

“What?”

“Police knowing.”