Enjoying the rain. What does it look like?” Kaela snapped. He was the last person she wanted to see. “What are *you* doing here? And where’s your shirt?”
Ronan stood completely bare-chested under the downpour. She hoped he caught a vicious cold that ruined his sense of smell. It was the least he deserved after what he had done to her and to Lydia.
“Looking for you,” he said, voice low and rough against the rain. “Colossal i***t. Getting lost this easily.”
The storm only intensified, soaking her clothes through. Water ran in rivulets down the hard planes of his chest and abdomen before disappearing into the waistband of his cargo pants. She jerked her gaze away so fast her neck protested.
He noticed, of course, and chuckled.
“Since when did you become so shy? You weren’t nearly this re
