SARAH
Beads of sweat trickle down my forehead, soaking the nape of my neck as they cling to my skin. Ronan’s collar suddenly feels like it’s choking me. I want to crawl into the seat and hide there…until he’s gone. Until I don’t have to tell him a single thing or explain a single word.
It’s too soon.
Heavens. It’s too soon.
I’m not ready to lose Kevin over them. I’m not ready for the brothers to lose Kevin over me.
And with the way he’s looking at Ronan right now, I know—without a f*****g doubt—one of the two will happen tonight.
No.
Not if I can help it.
Kevin grips the handle of the driver’s seat and begins to pull it. The bright security lights illuminate the veins that line the skin of his forehead and neck.
When the door refuses to open, he glares at Ronan again.
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