“You don’t have to stay here, you know. Joaquin can protect me.” Ronan took a seat in a metal-legged chair in the corner of the room. “I’m all right here.” I perched on the bed where I’d soon be lying, swinging my feet and twisting my fingers. Ronan’s gaze zeroed in on my fidgeting, then flicked to meet mine. “Are you nervous?” he asked softly. “Antsy, and maybe a little nervous. This isn’t my first rodeo.” Understatement. I was a walking flash wall, as Logan had liked to call me. Asshole. He rubbed the corners of his mouth. “Does it hurt?” “It does. Joaquin’s going to finish the linework on a
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