We have no idea if Declan is coming here alone or if he’s bringing an army of men. I hope it’s not the latter because while I know Ronan and Brennan are capable of handling themselves, even I know they wouldn’t stand a chance if twenty guys showed up here with machine guns.
Suddenly,the high from kissing Ronan disappears, leaving a cold sweat in its wake.
I peel my eyes away from Brennan. “Do you have a plan?”
Ronan doesn’t answer right away. Instead, his eyes remain focused on his youngest brother.
“I’m going to kill Declan.”
“That’s not a plan; that’s a goal.”
He gives me a sideways glance. “Well, forgive me for not having a five-step blueprint. Rescuing my pregnant wife from one of my own men wasn’t on the fucking agenda.”
His voice is sharp, but I know he’s only trying to mask his fear. He almost lost me tonight,again, so he has every right to be terrified.
But I am equally terrified. I don’t want to be the one putting him in a body bag at the end of the night.
I rest my hand on his arm. “Please don’t ask me to leave. I want to be here.”
“If something happens to you?—”
“It won’t.”
“If you won’t go to the hospital, you should at least let Brennan drive you back to the house.”
“And what? Leave you here alone?”
“Kieran is on his way.”
“Kieran might not get here in time.”
“He’ll get here in time?—”
“Ronan, you can’t control everything. I know you wish you could, but you can’t. I’m choosing to stay with you, and I think if Brennan has anything to say about it, he’d much rather stay too than babysit me. Besides, if Declan pulls up and realizes I’m not here, he won’t hang around. Or worse, he’ll try to come after me himself.”
Ronan grits his teeth, his jaw flexing.
I know he hates to admit it, but he knows I’m right about this.
“Fine. But I want you to stay in the car, and no matter what happens, you do not move. Brennan and I will handle everything.”
“I can do that.”
He glances over at me and raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that? You’re not exactly famous for following orders.”
I scoff. “Oh, like you’re one to talk.”
The corner of his lip twitches, and despite the circumstances and the fact that there’s a dead body only a few feet away, a hint of a spark flickers between us.
But before either of us can act on it, Ronan opens the car door and steps out before circling around to my side. When he opens it, he offers a hand like we’re about to go to dinner, not war.
“What are you doing?”
“I want you to sit in the backseat.”
“Seriously?”
“It’s safer.”
