Chapter Eight
Ronan couldn’t believe he was considering this. Everything was getting blown way the f**k out of proportion. He shouldn’t be trying to tell Chloe what to do. If he’d learned anything about women, it was that making demands like that simply ensured she was going to do the opposite. He might just kick Brendan’s a*s for going along with this.
Chloe raised her hand and called a waitress over to get another round. Ronan looked at her. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Didn’t we just cover that I can do whatever the f**k I want? You don’t have to stay.”
Brendan chuckled.
“Shut up.”
“What should I be looking for with the Cahills? Danny comes in every day, but Alan doesn’t. He’s only with Danny a couple times a week.”
“Danny’s never suspicious on his own?” Brendan asked.
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