Chapter Fourteen
KIERAN
Me:Thanks for the rose petals, asshole.
Ronan:Those were Brennan’s idea…
Brennan:You’re welcome, baby ;)
Me:You couldn’t have told him no?
Ronan:I could, but where’s the fun in that?
Me:You’re both dead to me, especially considering the fact that you only booked a room with one fucking bed.
Brennan:HAHAHA
Ronan:It needed to look believable.
Me:Fuck off, Brennan
Me:And forcing Riley to have to sleep in the same bed as me isn’t cool, Ronan
Brennan:Good for you, Kieran, for sticking up for your woman!
Me:I thought I told you to fuck off?
Ronan:I’m sure you’ll figure something out.
Me:You tell me not to sleep with her and then go and do this? It’s like you’re trying to torture me
Ronan:Why does it matter? I thought you couldn’t stand Riley anyway.
I stare down at the message, my fingers hovering over the keys.
I thought I couldn’t stand her, but I also can’t deny that I had fun with her this afternoon when we were studying.
She’s sarcastic and funny too, not that I would ever tell her that. She actually makes me laugh in a way no woman ever has.
Granted, I normally never stick around long enough to find out, but with Riley it’s…easy.
Brennan:Can we still throw you a bachelor party when you get back?
Me:You can, but you’re not invited.
Brennan:Ouch.
Ronan:Brennan, shut the hell up.
Me:Yeah, Brennan…
Ronan:And, Kieran, just stop complaining and get your ass down to some drive-thru chapel so we can get this thing moving. This wedding has already taken up enough of my time as it is.
I frown at my phone, realizing that there is one member of our ridiculous group chat that is suspiciously silent.
Me:Where the hell is Cormac?
I swipe through the messages and see that they haven’t even been delivered, let alone read.
