Page 61 of Save Me
“Is she hirable?”
“I only skimmed it. She has boating experience. Didn’t see chronic pot smoker listed, but I’ll let you come to your own conclusions.”
I hope this one works out. “I’d love another female captain.”
“Figured. I told her you’d call her first thing in the morning.”
“Thanks, Frank.”
“Uh-huh. Night.” He nods to Ronan and then strolls away. A moment later, the front door clicks.
“Well, he didn’t threaten to rip my arms off and beat me with them,” Ronan murmurs.
“No, that’s special for Cody. But I think Frank’s warming up to you,” I say through a yawn. The excitement from the day must be catching up to me because I’m suddenly exhausted.
Ronan reclaims his position between my legs, only long enough to lift me off the counter by the back of my thighs. His lips are on mine again, this time in a gentler manner, almost reverent.
I rope my arms around Ronan’s neck as he carries me down the hall.
“Which room?”
There are only two. “Left.”
He pushes the door open blindly, using the hallway light to find a path to my bed, setting me down on the edge of the mattress.
My hands instantly go for his belt buckle, unfastening it with fumbling fingers that move on to his zipper. I have it halfway down when a deep male voice calling out “who’s your daddy” suddenly fills my bedroom.
“Is that your phone?” I ask with a laugh.
Ronan groans. “Yeah. Connor was fucking around, and he programmed that for Wolf’s number. I haven’t changed it yet.”
“So, Henry Wolf is messaging youright now.”
“Give me a sec. Might as well get this over with.” He digs through the pocket of his slouching pants.
“You think he’s actually going to fire you over text?”
“No, but …” Ronan’s brow furrows as he reads his screen.
“What is it? What did he say?”
“He’s reminding me that tee-off is at 7:00 a.m. sharp.”
“So you’renotfired, then?”
“Not yet.”
Even after he punched Henry in the eye? In front of a room full of people? I didn’t think Henry Wolf’s ego would be able to handle that. But maybe that means he realizes how out of line he was. “What did he do? Or say?” I ask.
Ronan seems deep in thought for another moment before tossing his phone on my nightstand. “It doesn’t matter.”
I sense his mood souring again, and I’m desperate to keep him here with me. I smooth my palm over the thin cotton material of his briefs, reveling in the hard length waiting for me. At least Henry Wolf didn’t kill that. Yet.
I steal a glance up to find Ronan watching me with a smirk.
“What?”
“Remember when you insisted we weren’t doing this tonight?”
