Seeing something in my gaze, he loses the grin, fixing me with an earnest expression. “I’m sorry for acting like a giant bag of dicks.” He’s smothering a smile again, and this time, so am I. His entire face lights up when he smiles—his eyes sparkle and two cute dimples appear in his cheeks—and I’m a goner. It’s like being sucker-punched in the ovaries and the boobs at the same time.
“Why did you?” I ask before I can question the wisdom of it.
“I have my reasons.”
“And you’re not going to share those with me?”
“If it was something I felt you needed to know, I’d tell you.” He jerks his head at something or someone behind me, and before I can stop him, he’s paid for my drinks.
“You didn’t have to do that.” I just tore into Ronan for trying to do the same thing.
“Call it a peace offering.” The dimples make a reappearance with his flirtatious smile, and I think I’m in trouble.
“I think I preferred it when you were mean to me,” I whisper, instantly clamping a hand over my mouth.What the fuck, Viv?
“Be careful what you wish for,” he cryptically says, winking before he walks away.