Page 60 of Save Me
“What? Watching you eat like a ravenous cavewoman?”
“Shut up! Here.” I fill a fork and shove it into his mouth, earning his mumbled “fuck” as he chews.
“See? I can’t help it. Thank you for stealing this.” I shovel in another mouthful. Okay, maybe Iama bit ravenous.
Ronan abandons the bag of peas, his hands settling on my hips as he pulls me to the edge of the counter until his body is flush with mine, the split in my dress revealingmy entire leg. I can feel his hard length pressed against me. Bad mood or not, Ronan would rather be here with me. That’s something.
I load the last piece. “Want it?”
“Yes.” He opens his mouth, and I move the fork for it.
Only to swerve back and pop it into mine with a wink. “Sorry, can’t help myself. Ravenous cavewoman, remember?”
I’ve barely swallowed when his mouth is on mine with a punishing kiss, his lips moving frantically as his arms tighten around my body.
The patio door creaks open, breaking us apart just as quickly.
I clear my throat and manage to croak out a “Hey, Frank.”
Frank grunts in response as he ambles toward the dishwasher with an empty dinner plate, a tiny ukulele slung over his shoulder. It’s almost comical.
Ronan steps back, pushing my thighs together and discreetly adjusting himself in one smooth move. “Good to see you again.”
“What’s with the peas?” Frank asks in response.
“Oh. You’ll love this.” I pause for effect. “Ronan punched Henry Wolf in the face tonight.”
It’s rare to get a reaction out of the big guy, but now, he arches his bushy brow. “Henry Wolf. Your boss.”
Ronan’s chest heaves with a sigh. “He had it coming.”
“Don’t doubt it.” Frank scratches his chin, his assessing gaze drifting over Ronan as if re-evaluating an old, scrappy car that he’s previously deemed unfixable. “So what now? Youfired?”
“Probably. But it’s okay. I’m gonna be a tiki captain and live in one of the trailers.” Ronan winks at me.
Frank’s eyes light up. “Does that meanIdon’t have to do it anymore?”
I chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’m back on tomorrow afternoon.”
“Good, ’cause I can’t stand those people.”
“You mean the tourists who support the Sea Witch?”
“Yeah, them. You know what the idiot did today? Tried to take the wheel from me. Said I wasn’t goin’ fast enough.”
Ronan whistles. “Ballsy.”
“Right?” Frank snorts. “Take over fromme.”
“And so what did you do? Told him politely that it’s against protocol, right?” I ask.
“Yeah, that’sexactlywhat I did. Talked to him nicely. If he says I threatened to dangle him over the water, he’s lying.”
I frown at Frank’s back as he washes his hands in the sink.
Ronan’s shoulders shake with silent laughter as he mouths “King Kong.”
“Oh, by the way, a woman dropped off a résumé this afternoon to apply for the job.”
