CATHERINE
“Jesus, Cath. Are you dating a mob boss or something?”
Before I could say anything, I heard footsteps behind us.
Before I could respond, footsteps echoed behind us. Ronald stopped, lingering by the doorway with his hands folded across his chest and his face in an unreadable expression.
I hated that I couldn’t see what he felt.
He stayed there, staring at the both of us but didn’t approach but as usual, his presence filled the room like he had a say on just how thick even the air was.
His gaze clicked to Eli, then back to me. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” he said in a low voice. “But I heard my name.”
Ellie straightened up in the chair, lifting her chin. “Good. Then you can explain why people are shooting up our house.”
At first I thought he wouldn’t answer… no, I hoped
