That theory was proved correct as Ronan nodded. "Yes. I had . . . I suspected. Wondered, even, and when you took the job, it made me think that I had been right."

"If you thought that, why didn't you just ask?"

"Because," Ronan said slowly, his baby blues flickering up to the sky, trailing after the flock of birds that had swooped over them, hitting an angle before disappearing from sight. "I dropped hints, doll. So many of them, and you didn't respond to any of them. I just figured that I was wrong, and bringing it up would have been pointless."

"What made you think that I was?"...