When Ronan speaks, I’m taken back by the pure anger in his tone. “What the fuck is the matter with you?” he snarls. “You leave your fiancée stranded on the side of the road?” Asher rolls his eyes, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he does. “It’s not my fucking fault. She wanted to get out. What was I supposed to do, drag her ass back kicking and screaming?” “No,” Ronan snaps, smacking the cigarette out of his hand and crushing it beneath his heel. “You’re not going to lay a goddamn finger on her unless she has given verbal permission.”
