Chapter Seven
When Ronan’s phone rang and he saw Brendan’s number, he debated answering. He could count on one hand how many times his big brother had called him in the last decade. Given that they’d seen each other this morning, this wasn’t a good sign.
“What, Brendan? Miss me already?”
“Oh yeah. Maybe we can get together to braid each other’s hair.”
“Funny.”
“Guess who I just got a text from.”
Fuck. He didn’t want to hear. He’d seen Chloe give her phone to Brendan.
“Chloe McCarthy. When I saw her earlier today, she said we should get together for drinks and catch up.”
“Stay away from her.”
Brendan hummed in that irritating way their mother did when she thought she knew something. “I would, but I promised to give you a message. She said that the Cahills are looking for a reason t
