Lisa’s POV
Ronan’s question came as a shock, even to me.
“That man at the party. The one who had his hands on you.” He said slowly,
I blinked.
Maybe it wasn’t the question itself that caught me off guard. It was the fact that he was asking… He knew the answer, he knew about Bryan… Just what did he want me to admit?
He shifted, sliding out of his usual defensive position and stepping into something more confrontational… but not hostile.
I hadn’t even realized I’d gone rigid until my arms crossed themselves and my chin lifted slightly. I was on the defensive.
“What man?” I asked, feigning confusion and forcing lightness into my voice.
Ronan didn’t take the bait. “The one who cornered you. Handsy. Saying a lot of s**t. You know who I mean.”
Of course I did. Bryan.
Just the thought
