Vivienne's POV
The ride back to the house felt longer than it was, but I didn't dare speak. What was I meant to say? Even if I was somehow able to come up with something to say, I doubted it was the right time. Ronan didn't say a word either, and I didn't dare ask him to. Not when his knuckles were clenched so hard against the handlebars, I swore the leather grips would split apart.
I swallowed a gulp the moment the gates to the house came into view. Our house. The same place he'd brought me to after we'd gotten married. He'd said it was ours, but with the talk looming ahead, nothing about the gates nor the compound seemed homey.
Ronan parked his bike in the garage, and the moment I got down, he dove straight into the house. I followed him through the front door like a ghost, and my
