Ronan chose a small Italian restaurant that Sam hadn’t tried yet. He took her hand immediately when they got out of the car, setting off another storm of butterflies in her stomach. But her giddiness was short lived when Elias glared at their clasped hands, his lips pressing together.
Part of her was dying to know what he thought, mainly because she got the sense that Elias didn’t speak his mind very often. But another part of her was terrified that he could see through her, that her deceit was written across her face.
Ronan, for his part, seemed completely unbothered by his beta’s attitude as he pulled out her chair for her.
“They have a wonderful lasagna,” Ronan said as he sat in his own chair next to her, opening his menu.
Elias sat across the table from her, glowering. He made no m
