Page 59 of Manhattan Heart

I joke about his sex ban, but it literally is a ban.

I can’t get past the risk of something happening if his heart is beating out of control.

India:I’ll wine and dine you.

Gray:Baby-girl, you’re making me blush. I’ll put out, just so you know.

This makes me laugh.

The drama with Catie comes to a head just two hours later when we least expect it. Ronan turns up at the house to pick her up.

Honestly, I think the redhead is high on donut fumes or something because she tells Ronan she’s not going home with him.

Chin in the air, lip quivering, eyes accusing.

Sena, Gabby and I all look at each other while Catie is near crying, but blazing wifely bullets at her husband.

He’s casual as you like. A dirty blond, his hair is a sexy mess. Irish, former rogue with his hands pushed deep into his front jeans pockets. “Say what now?”

“I said I’m not going home with you. Not with acheater.”

Ronan doesn’t even react at first. And then. “Are you fucking stoned,acushla?”

“No, I’m not stoned. You’re cheating on me and I want a divorce.”

Swear to god, we hear a pin drop.

That escalated fast.

It’s as if we aren’t even here. Ronan only has eyes for his wife.

I always go with my gut and I know I’m right, he looks at her like she hung every star in the sky. If he’s cheating, then he deserves a round of applause for the acting.

I can’t tell if he’s amused, furious or wants to fuck her porn style.

It’s somewhere in the middle, but whatever crosses over his features, it makes the guy hotter.

Sue me, I notice.

I’m married to the hottest man alive, but I’m not dead and my eyes work just fine.

Sena nudges me with her knee and without looking at her I can tell she’s keeping in a nervous giggle. My southern belle bestie does not like confrontation of any kind.

“Swear to god,acushla, if you weren’t with your girl crew right now, your ass would already be red.”

Her girls collectively suck in our breaths because the way he rumbles it, sends hot pulses through the sun room.

The air is hot and palpable.

Catie’s eyes round.

“Get your ass over here and tell me how those fucking words just came out of your mouth. The mouth I fuckingdevouredbefore you left earlier.”

“Ronan…” Catie melts right before our eyes, as if she too has realized her mistake but as a redhead, she is stubborn as hell and she tips her chin back as he looms over her on the loveseat. “You haven’t denied it.”

“Deny it? My sweet Catherine, I’m about to beat your ass until you can’t sit down.”

Wowza, his Irish brogue gets really strong when he’s pissed off… or turned on. I can’t be sure, but I’m 75% sure the rest of us are trapped in their verbal foreplay

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