Page 85 of Sweet Temptation

“We were just talking about the restraining order,” Elle said. I gave her a sharp look and she ignored me. “Do you think it will come through soon?”

“It should,” Ronan said. “It’s a multi-step process, but I have a guy in the Attorney General’s office doing his best to expedite things.” He glanced at me, like he was checking if it was okay that he shared this information with Elle.

I nodded.

He wandered over to us. “The police officer Summer spoke with over the phone yesterday was here at the scene of the attempted break-in, so she’s familiar with the situation, which helped. She submitted a report to the Attorney General’s office,” he explained, just like he’d explained to me yesterday, “and they’ve already told us that a judge will likely order the restraining order, which is what we want to hear. The officer will need to swear before the judge that she believes a peace bond is required. They’re trying to push things through, so that should happen in the next few days. Then the judge will issue a summons for the suspect to appear in court, to respond to the peace bond application. Ideally, he agrees to it and we’re done.”

“Do you think he’ll agree to it?” Elle asked, glancing at me.

“I do,” Ronan said. “Mind if I grab a coffee? Smelled it from my room.”

“Help yourself,” I said, happy to change the subject, and he went to get a mug. He already knew where all the basics were kept. He looked quite at home in my kitchen, a fact that Elle seemed to notice, as she watched him fix himself a coffee with a generous heap of sugar—or three. “He likes his sugar with coffee and cream,” I muttered.

Ronan looked up. “What?”

“It’s a reference to a Beastie Boys song,” Elle informed him, never missing a beat. I smiled as I sipped my coffee.

He went back to stirring his.

Elle’s eyes met mine, one of her slender, arched eyebrows peaking.

“Fuck off,” I hiss-whispered at her behind my mug.

She grinned.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Ronan said, then headed back to his room. I watched him cross the living room and disappear down the hall, admiring his broad, muscular body under the thin sweater and snug jeans.

I actually bit my lip.

Elle poked my shoulder.

“What?” I snapped, turning back to her. “Don’t be a bitch. He’s hot. I know.”

“Oh, good. Then you’re not gonna pretend you didn’t notice.”

“No, I’m not.”

“So?” she prodded.

“So what?”

“Well, you seem to know how he likes his coffee. Is that symbolic?”

“Of what?”

She rolled her eyes. “Of you two already sleeping together.”

“No. It’s not.”

“Hmm. Last I heard you seemed to have quite a thing for bodyguards.”

Now I rolled my eyes. “I told you. My misguided little crush on Flynn is over.”

“Is it?”

“Yes. I don’t think I was really even into him.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

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