
Chapter 18
Ryan’s phone vibrating against the wood of the bedside table woke him from a dream, and he had to untangle his fingers from where Travis’ hand pressed them against his stomach to reach out and snag it up.
Ronan’s message of, we’re done here, speak later, had Ryan both relieved and suspicious, but he fired a quick message back and pushed the phone away again, turning in Travis’ arms and wriggling back to get comfortable in his warmth.
“Ronan?” Travis asked gruffly, wrappin...
   
    
    
    
        Published on June 24, 2020 12:00