Jasper turns to leave the guest suite, and I hurry after him.
"You never told me exactly how many brothers there are."
He keeps walking, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, but glances down at me with a smirk.
"Relax, babydoll. There's only four of us. Lucky for you, you've already met Ronan and now you've met me."
"Okay, first of all, don't call me babydoll," I say, struggling to keep up with his long strides. "And second, I don't know Ronan like that. He's my boss."
"Right."
I frown.
Right?
That's it?
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
I open my mouth to argue, but the words die in my throat as we round the corner.
The front door swings open.
Ronan steps inside.
Two men follow behind him.
I don't need an introduction to know exactly who they are.
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