“A treasure chest of fake diamonds?” He wiped a tear away with a thumb, and the caress pulled honesty from my throat. “I want you to care . . .” The words settled so thick and uninvited in the room they made my ears ring. It went so silent one could hear a pin drop. Or a heart-shaped earring. Ronan’s hand dropped from my face, and with a harsh sound, he pushed away from me. “You’re a goddamn headache, you know that?”
