Page 33 of Save Me
“Another one likethisone?” I have no idea what he did to get his position here, but it can’t be a dime-a-dozen role. He’s staying in a beach mansion, dressed in pricey clothes, and driving a sports car. If he isn’t one of “these people,” it means this job is spoiling him. “Are you always this reckless about important things in your life?”
Ronan collects my chin between his thumb and his index finger. “No, I just have my priorities straight and will never choose a fucking hotel—oranyjob—over important people.” His gaze is penetrating as he leans in to kiss me softly on the lips. “Ready?” he whispers when he pulls away.
I nod, because I can’t seem to find words.
I am pregnant with this man’s baby. Thisirresponsible, possibly brainless, most likely soon-to-be unemployed manwhore.
And I think I’m swooning.
“There’sone familiar face for you.” Ronan juts his chin toward the concierge desk, where a broad-shouldered blond man leans over the counter, chatting with the woman standing behind it.
“Huh. I barely recognize him without his board shorts.” Connor is transformed by upscale dress clothes that hug his muscular body in all the right places. He looks good. If I didn’t know what a buffoon he is, he’d earn more than a second’s glance from me.
“Yeah, he’s a brute, but he can clean up. Con!” he calls out.
Connor peers over his shoulder at us, his blue eyes snagging on my plunging neckline for a few beats. With a pat against the desk and a wink for the woman, he strolls toward us, a slight limp to his step. “Ahoy, Captain,” Connor says by way of greeting.
I’m about to respond with a simple hello, but then he envelops me in his beefy arms until I’m smothered against his chest with my arms pinned between us and inhaling a potent citrus-and-leather cologne.
This is a completely inappropriate and ridiculous greeting—I barely know the guy, and he’s acting like we’re long-lost pals—and yet I find myself laughing as I endure.
“Fuck, you smell good, Cap.” Connorinhales.
“Okay. You can let her breathe now,” Ronan chides.
I press my hand against his hard middle, and he eases up on his death grip, allowing me to break free. “How’s the knee?”
“A little sore after being on it all day.” He bends his leg as if in proof. “Nothing like poor Katie, though. She’s gonna be on crutches for a bit. They should be landing in Miami right about now,” he adds, checking his watch. “Good thing Kyle’s with them to help with the luggage. Why she packed all that shit for three days is beyond me. She was in a bikini the entire time anyway.”
Connor might be an ignorant meatball, as Ryan put it, but he’s a meatball who cares for his friends. “Yeah, I heard. I called Ryan earlier to check in.”
“You did?” Ronan’s eyebrows arch with surprise.
“Of course. It was the right thing to do.” Even if Katie wasn’t the reason I did it.
“And what’d she tell you?”
“Basically what Connor just said. Plus, that she’s writing the Sea Witch a glowing review.”
The corner of Ronan’s mouth twitches. “Anything else?”
“Why? What else could she have told me?” There’s a playful challenge in my voice.
He shrugs. “Who knows? She’s related to this bigmouth.” He jerks his chin toward Connor. “I never know what’s going to come out of his trap. Was she sober?”
I chuckle. “I don’t think she’ll be drinking again for a while.”
“Oh, yeah.” Connor grimaces as if remembering theunfortunate turn of events on Sunday. “I made her clean that bathroom.”
“She probably cleaned the whole house before they left anyway,” Ronan throws in.
“I hope she folded those towels I left on the couch.” Connor rubs a palm over his jaw. “Damn, I miss living with her.”
I shake my head. “You guys live like frat boys, don’t you?”
“Why don’t you come over tonight and see for yourself?” Connor’s gaze shines with a mixture of curiosity and something I can’t identify.
I’d assume it was an innocent invitation if I didn’t know what these two have gotten into in the past. Is he hoping Ronan will share me?
