Page 115 of Shattered Vows


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“Well, it’s not exactly a difficult question given your all-black ensemble.” I gesture to the black shirt that hugs his muscular physique a little too well. “I’m going to guess black.”

“Wrong.”

“What?”

“It’s navy blue.”

I scoff. “No, it’s not.”

“Why would I lie?”

“To get me drunk.”

He wets his bottom lip with his tongue before leaning in. He’s so close that I can feel his breath tickle my cheek.

“And why would I want to get you drunk,Tine Bhaeg?”

I scowl as my cheeks burn at his ridiculous nickname. I’dhoped it would wear off eventually, but it seems I was wrong. “You tell me.”

“I’m just trying to take your mind off flying.”

“Well, it’s not working.”

Ronan chuckles under his breath.

He still hasn’t moved away, and somehow I find myself leaning closer to him, so that his powerful thigh brushes against mine.

The heat radiating from his body sends a shiver down my spine, so I quickly take another sip of tequila in an attempt to distract myself from how much I want to climb into his lap right now.

“What’s my favorite movie?” he asks.

“The Godfather.”

He chuckles again, and my lips twitch as I look at him.

He’s the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him as he lounges in his seat, his shirt sleeves rolled up and his thighs spread wide.

I expected him to spend the flight working, but here he is, giving me his undivided attention just to make me feel better.

“It’s Good Will Hunting.”

“No, it’s not. Don’t lie,” I counter, which elicits another laugh from Ronan.

“Why can’t that be my favorite?”

“Because…”

“Please, enlighten me.” He angles himself to face me even more. But before I can answer, one of the flight attendants approaches our seats.

I stiffen as the woman looks only at Ronan, her bright red lips pulled into an eager smile.

She’s classically beautiful, with her dark brown hair styled in a neat chignon and her form-fitting uniform hugging her generous curves.

“Can I get you anything else, Mr. Sullivan?” She bends over just enough to give Ronan a perfect view of her cleavage.

Except Ronan doesn’t even look at her.

He keeps his eyes solely on me.