It was like living with Tim all over again. Feeling underestimated. Her feelings being dismissed.
But Ronan never made her feel small and useless.
Fuck. She threw the rag she’d been using against the table. Tim was still f*****g with her head, making her doubt herself and Ronan.
“You okay?” Johnny asked.
“Yeah, just frustrated and tired.”
“Head home. You’ve had some long days. I’ll finish up here.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. The cleaning crew will handle most of it. Get some rest.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.” She grabbed her things and hustled out. She didn’t bother calling Ronan first. She just drove to his house and hoped he’d still be awake.
She rang the bell and Ronan answered, wearing low-slung shorts and nothing else. Her mind went blank.
“Hey. I gave you a key,” he said, stepping b
