“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I know Kieran, and while he can be an ass, I also know that he cares too much about you to not want to fix it.”
I know Ronan is only trying to cheer me up, but his words have the opposite effect.
My vision swims with fresh tears as I hold the envelope containing my written confession in my hands.
His eyes glance at it, then go back to mine. “Is that for Kieran?”
I nod. “I don’t think he’ll want to listen to me right now, so…I wrote him a letter.”
“He’s not bothering to hear you out?” Ronan frowns.
“No, and I don’t blame him.” I look down at my hands. “I…messed up.”
“You’re human, it’s what we do.”
“Not like this. It’s bad, and I’m not sure Kieran will forgive me.”
“I don’t know what you’ve done, and I have no right to know. But what I do know is that Kieran would be an idiot not to forgive you. So, I’ll make sure he gets the letter, and I’ll also make sure that he reads it.”
“Thank you.”
Ronan shrugs, as if he hasn’t just offered me the biggest lifeline that could potentially save my relationship.
I swallow hard as I try not to cling to the sliver of hope that he is offering me.
“For what it’s worth, you’re good for him. Since you came into his life, he’s been happier than I’ve ever seen him.”
If I had the energy to laugh, I would because his words seem ridiculous after the hell I put Kieran through during the past twenty-four hours.
“The bar was pretty low.”
Ronan chuckles. “That’s true. But still, he needs you, Riley.”
“I hope so, because I need him too,” I choke out.
“These things always have a way of working themselves out. God, listen to me; I sound like one of those dodgy therapists on one of those daytime talk shows. I’ve been spending too much time with Ciara.”
I swallow a laugh. “I appreciate it anyway. Truly.”
“Good, because if Brennan heard the words coming out of my mouth right now, he wouldn’t let me hear the end of it. My brothers think I’ve gone soft enough as it is, and now here I am,giving relationship advice.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Maybe you should speak to Ciara. She’s better at this stuff than me.”
“Honestly, this has been helpful.”
“You might live in my house, but I give you full permission to tell me to shut the hell up.”
“I’ll bear that in mind.” I force a smile as I slide off my seat. “Thanks again for giving the letter to Kieran.”
Ronan nods once before I disappear out of the kitchen and head straight back upstairs to bed, if only to avoid Ciara or Elena.
My bed is still unmade, so I climb back under the covers and reach for my phone that I left charging on the nightstand.
As expected, the second I turn it on, a string of messages floods the screen, though none of them are from Kieran, so I don’t bother reading them.
Just as I’m loading up a streaming service to start scrolling through the countless reality TV shows as a way to numb myself, an incoming call from Oscar flashes on the screen.
It’s clear he’s not going to leave me alone until he gets his anger at me off his chest, and I figure I can’t feel any worse than I already do, so I answer the call.
