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She couldn’t believe she really thought earlier that Carlos was someone who didn’t take himself too seriously. There weren’t a lot of men she knew who would bring up the aristocratic etiquette for pouring wine.
The thought alone of Ronan saying something like that made her snort. Just as she blinked the memory of her ex away, the man himself strolled out of the elevator onto the rooftop.
The sight of Ronan made her mouth dry and her heart race.
Crap. Ducking her head wasn’t an option, because Fianna didn’t bow down to anyone. Much less for Ronan Mills. Her fiery red hair stuck out from the crowd anyway, so it wouldn’t help her one bit. His light green orbs would surely find her amidst the throng of people.
She kept her eyes trained on Carlos as he held the wine bottle at the bottom and said, “You have to put your thumb right here…” Carlos placed his thumb in the indentation at the bottom of the bottle, “Right in that little—”
A snort beside their booth brought her eyes to the one man she couldn’t forget. Oh, how she’d tried to erase this asshole from her thoughts and dreams. For years and years, she’d done everything to forget his stupid lopsided grin.
She even stayed a few years with his Mills cousins in Winter Peaks, Colorado. Just to escape her feelings for him. She came back two years ago, hoping that time had given her a grip on her stupid broken heart that secretly still yearned for him.
Her eyes traveled over his dark blue designer jeans, his white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled back over his elbows, and over his broad chest. She might be still in love with the young Ronan whom went horseback riding with her on Sunday mornings, but she hated this sexy grown-up version of him more.
Maybe that’s the reason she purposely avoided eye contact. Their love/hate relationship of the past years made her want to slap his arrogant smile from his handsome face.
“That’s some crazy shit, man. Talking ‘bout puttin’ your thumb up her arse.”
She glanced at Carlos sitting across from her and decided against giving Ronan an earful. It wouldn’t be the first time she would give in and start a stupid back and forth.
Fianna gave Carlos a tight smile as she stood from the booth. “Excuse me.”
The bass of the loud pumping music and the swirling lights flooded her sensory as she passed the dance floor. She went straight for the restroom without looking back and almost tripped a waiter on her hasty escape.
The restroom was empty, for which she was glad.
Her tiny clutch almost piled out, and she carefully slid the zipper down to get to her phone. She would text Mae and Emmy that she wasn’t feeling well and that she would catch a cab or something. No need for them to cut their evening short.
She wouldn’t sit this night with Carlos out. Even before Ronan showed up, she knew it wasn’t going anywhere.
With her attention elsewhere, she hadn’t noticed the restroom door opening.
“Don’t tell me yer really into this dope?”
Like his Irish grandfather, Pops, Ronan had lived for some time in Ireland. And if his buttons were pushed, his Irish brogue came out in full force.
She wondered what she’d done this time to deserve those luscious rolling ‘r’s from his lips. Did seeing her with Carlos really rattle his feathers?
Ronan Mills had been nothing but a manwhore after their breakup. Or should she say even during their on-and-off again relationship?
If she closed her eyes, she could bring up every single one of their make-up sessions. Their lovemaking had been explosive. Just like both their characters.
“Just leave me alone, you big ape.”
She still hadn’t met his eyes as she kept rummaging in her clutch. She knew how much he hated to be ignored. He often called her Princess because he thought she had a big stick up her bum and thought she was better than him whenever she closed herself off.
The truth was; she couldn’t trust herself otherwise.
Staring in his soulful eyes would only lead her into trouble. It would make her heart beat faster and her belly flutter. It would make her forget about all the reasons she should keep her distance.
“Look at me, Red.”
She shook her head in response and a few strands of fire red hair fell before her eyes. Her hair hid her face from him as she picked out her phone, and that suited her just fine.
Damn him for catching her at a vulnerable moment.
Damn her for not shrugging his hands off her shoulders as he turned her around.
