Fingers twined like old lovers, he walked me to the kitchen where two steaming plates heaped with bacon and eggs sat waiting on the bar for us. I could have fallen face first into the food, I was so hungry, but thankfully, I’d gotten control of myself since last night. Ronan helped me up onto the high stool. His hand slid over my ass, and I swore I felt him squeeze, but his face remained impassive, so I might have imagined it.
