The latter continues to glare at him. “Leave.”
“I’m wounded, mate.” He massages his chest. “Words like that trigger my abandonment issues.”
My eyes widen as I swallow. “You have abandonment issues?”
He nods, staring at Aiden from under his lashes. “And he keeps reminding me of them. Connard.”
“Hey!” I nudge Aiden. “That can scar him.”
He just watches me with amusement like he’s enjoying the show.
“I’m already taking therapy,” Ronan continues.
“Shut the fuck up or the only therapy you’ll take is for your broken nose.”
“Not the nose, King.” Ronan hides his nose. “This shit is aristocratic.”
“Not when I’m done with it.”
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sp; “Wait.” I stare between them with a dumbfounded expression. “You were joking?”
“You looked fucking adorable.” Aiden smiles.
“Uh.. go back.” Ronan stares at Aiden as if he grew an additional head. “Did you just say ‘adorable’?”
Aiden’s poker face returns.
“No, no, no… don’t close off. Come on, King.” He retrieves his phone. “Say it again, I need to get it on camera.”
Aiden stares at Ronan’s camera and mouths. “Fuck. You.”
Ronan flips him off as he tucks his phone in his pocket. Then he leans in to whisper. “I’ll give you one hundred if you record footage of when he says shit like that.”
“What?”
“Five hundred.”
I continue staring at him, too shocked to say anything.
“Okay, final offer. Nash and Knight will also pay five hundred each. That’s one point five thousand.”
Aiden barges between us, cutting off Ronan’s one-sided negotiation.
“Don’t you have some place to go to?” Aiden asks.
“Mais non. I’m good right here.” Ronan gives a Cheshire cat-like grin.
“Come eat with us, Ellie.”
“Ellie?” Aiden snaps.
“What? Kimmy calls you that, doesn’t she?”
“Don’t you call me Frozen?”
He lifts a shoulder. “I like Ellie better. Come on, let’s eat.”