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“Yeah, it is.”
“That’s not what I expected you to tell me tonight,” she says. “But I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks, Ky.” I glance at the door. “We should probably get back to them. Unloaded weapons or not, I don’t want to leave Brax alone with Ronan for too long.”
“Good plan.”
We come out of the restroom and make our way back to our booth to find drinks on the table and the two men chatting amiably. Kylie was right, they do have identical expressions on their faces. They both look laid-back, almost tranquil. We take our seats, and Ronan is telling Braxton about Edge Gear and their recent breakthroughs in technical fabrics. After a while, the conversation turns back to sports. Braxton is fascinated by Ronan’s extreme sports passion, and Ronan listens with rapt attention as Braxton talks about some training techniques that could improve Ronan’s rock climbing.
We all have a few more drinks and chat late into the night. I try not to stare at Braxton, but I’m amazed. His easy mood is not just the result of recent sex with his wife, regardless of how hot or kinky it might have been. I’m almost afraid to think it, but Braxton seems to like Ronan. He never likes men I date. I didn’t think he’d be any different with Ronan. It isn’t like Ronan doesn’t have the same reputation for arrogance and womanizing that the last few guys had. But Braxton never gives him the glowering stare I’m so used to seeing.
We’re all pretty tipsy by the end of the night, but we’re walking distance from my house, and Brax and Ky don’t have to drive home either. We get up from the table and Ronan excuses himself to the bathroom, so the rest of us wait in the lobby.
I look up at Braxton. He’s one of the few men I know who is actually tall enough that I have to look up, even when I’m wearing heels. “So, say something.”
He gives me an easy smile. “About what?”
“About Ronan.”
“He’s a good guy,” Braxton says with a nod.
“That’s it?”
“What am I supposed to say?” he asks with a laugh.
“What you think of him,” I say. “You didn’t glare at him across the table all night, and I want to know why.”
Braxton looks at me for a long moment. “He protected you when you needed help. That earned him a lot of points in my book. And he looks at you the way a man should look at you.”
I’m about to ask what he means when Ronan returns, putting a gentle hand on my elbow.
“Ready?” Ronan asks.
“Yeah.”
Ronan takes my hand, twining our fingers together. We say goodbye to Braxton and Kylie outside, and walk back to my place in a comfortable silence.
