Page 37 of Rock Out Together
“Cora, the evidence is right there.”
“You’re imagining it.” The folded arms are a lot more defensive now. I can’t refute him with much conviction. “I’m between residences. But there is nothing wrong with living here.”
“I beg to differ. It’s not a house.”
“It has a bathroom, a place to sleep. I even have a TV.”
“No kitchen.”
“I have a coffee machine.”
“That is not a kitchen, Cora.”
“It is when you don’t cook.”
“Fucking hell, you have an answer for everything.”
To that, I have only one answer. “Don’t even think about telling me I can’t live like this. I can, and I have been, and it’sperfectly fine. And safe.” I point a finger at him. “Before you try to throw that one at me too.”
“Fine.”
“Fine?” I can’t hide the shock.
“If you say so.” He walks around me, back to my ‘home’.
“Bro, you coming?” Caden calls out to me.
“Yes, he is.” I push Ronan, and this time move him so we’re both back out in the studio.
Caden is the only one left waiting for him. He looks from Ronan, to me, then back again. A slow smile creeps over his face.
“I can let them know you’ll be making your own way home,” he says.
“That is not happ?—”
“Thanks, man. Appreciate that,” Ronan cuts off my protest.
“Wait.” I hold up a hand.
“We still on for tomorrow?” Caden asks.
“Yeah, midday.”
“What is going on?” I groan.
Ronan looks at me, then waves at Caden.
“You can’t stay here.” I whirl on Ronan again.
He ignores me and goes back behind the screen. He eyes my bed, then spots the remote for the TV on a small fold-up table. He picks it up, and without a single thought, drops on the bed.
The audacity would be impressive if it wasn’t my bed he was getting comfortable on.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing? Besides inviting yourself into my personal space.”
“Why are you living here?”
“I already told you to mind your own business.”
