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He would make sure things would be different between them this time around. He would not lose her. Not again. Because deep down inside, he knew he still had to convince her of taking the plunge.
The doorbell rang, and Declan opened the door for him. He heard Fianna’s voice, and he perked up on the sofa. Their eyes met and the electricity in the air crackled between them. It was something that had never changed over the years.
With her hands on her hips, she asked, “Why aren’t you in bed?”
He hated to tell her because he was ashamed of his bed. His whole penthouse was a fuck pad—true. But those damn mirrors above his bed took the phrase ‘bachelor pad’ to the extreme. He didn’t want to rub it in her face, so he’d settled onto his enormous sofa, knowing that Fianna would come over.
He deflected her question by making a stupid joke, as was his way. “Can’t wait to get me into bed, do you?”
She rolled her eyes and took a seat next to him. At least she didn’t choose the loveseat. He was content with every minor victory. He knew he was on a slippery slope. It wouldn’t take much for her to call it quits. Whatever it was, they had right now.
Declan pointed his thumb at the hallway and said, “I’m out. Take care of my brother, Fi.”
“I will. See you on Saturday.”
Declan smiled. “Yeah. Thanks again, Fi.”
After Declan left the living room, Ronan asked, “What’s on Saturday?”
Fianna toed off her sandals and placed her legs under her bum. “I’m babysitting for Bree and Dec so they can go out.”
“That’s sweet of you.”
She shrugged. “I love hanging out with the twins. They are the best.”
Ronan’s chest tightened thinking about Ava and Dean. They were indeed the best. He couldn’t wait to see them again. Because of his stitches, he’d wanted to wait to see them. He just knew that he wouldn’t resist picking them up and overdo it.
He caught her staring at him, and she turned beet red. She walked over to the kitchen and called over her shoulder, “Do you want something to drink?”
“Whatever you’ll having is fine, Red.”
She returned with two cold root beers. “I didn’t know you even liked this stuff,” she said and chuckled.
“Yeah, sometimes after sparring with Dunc.”
He smiled as he wondered what habits she’d picked up in these past six years.
“What?”
“Just wondering if you started some weird habit after our breakup. You know, something like getting completely naked to poop. Something like that.”
She busted out laughing and relaxed long enough to not care that he scooted closer to her on the sofa. She arched a brow and said, “Ah, I see you still do that sneaky scoot trick.”
He grinned. “Busted, eh?”
“Yep.” She leaned over to grab her glass from the coffee table, giving him a good eyeful of her hourglass figure. Her black skirt and white, loose fitting T-shirt were a good fit for fooling around on the couch.
She glanced over her shoulder and caught Ronan staring at her butt. She cleared her throat and since she already caught him in the act; he figured he might as well give her his signature lopsided grin.
“Okay, what are we watching?”
Ronan had prepared a night full of binge worthy series and wanted to suggest a few options when she complied by the first show he’d mentioned. She went into his kitchen to grab them some popcorn while he set up the show on his television. Watching a show together had never been this easy. In the past, it had turned into World War III if he disagreed with her choice of some romantic show.
“You’re really enjoying this, eh?” she asked with her mouth full of popcorn.
“Hmm? You being so compliant, you mean? Yes. I must say it’s rather refreshing.”
“Don’t get used to it. I’m just tired,” she said it as a joke, but he could read between the lines. At least that hadn’t changed. Something was up with her.
