Dominic cleared his throat at the edge of the room. “Iris, you have a visitor. I made him wait at the door, but I can send him away if you give me the word.” I sat up, confused and somewhat alarmed. “What? Who?” He rubbed his silver and black beard. “A big guy who says his name is Ronan. Seems like he’s the bodyguard you’re avoiding?” Rocketing to my feet, I threw apologetic looks to my friends as I strode for the door, gripping my beer bottle in my fist. Ronan better have a very good reason for showing up here or he’d be the proud recipient of a bottle to his big, beautiful head. Dominic
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