Chapter Twenty-Two
Ronan rolled over to the sound of his phone. He cracked an eyelid to find it still pitch black out. What the f**k?
“Hello?”
“Hey, you might want to check on your girl.”
Ronan scrubbed at his face and sat up. “What?” He held the phone away from his face, saw that it was Brendan, whose voice registered even as he was checking. Then he scanned for missed calls or texts. Nothing.
Putting the phone back to his ear, he heard Brendan saying something. “Repeat that, man. I was sound asleep.”
“I got a call from Chloe. She was drunk and with some guy.”
He jumped out of bed and reached for his jeans. “Where was she? And why the f**k was she calling you instead of me?”
“Stop!” Brendan’s voice startled him. “She wasn’t in danger. The guy said he was a friend, she said she was
