Lisa’s POV
The second I hung up with Mrs. Jocelyn, I made a decision. A very mature decision.
I was not—repeat, NOT—going to talk to Ronan.
Nope. Nada. Zilch.
If he wanted to toss me under the conversational bus with my poor, sweet Mrs. J, then fine. He could live with the consequences.
So when he leaned slightly closer, like he was about to say something?
I tilted my head the other way and cooed at Heri instead.
“So! Heri. Sweetheart. Do you want to sit by the window when we get on the plane? You’ll see the clouds up close!”
Her face lit up like a sparkler. “Yes, yes, yes! Clouds! Can I? Can I really?”
“Of course you can,” I said sweetly, deliberately ignoring the Alpha-sized shadow glowering beside me. “You can even steal my spot if you want.”
Heri clapped her hands, giggling.
