Page 23 of Ronny

It pisses him off worse because I just pretend that he doesn’t exist in my world and honestly, nothing could make me unhappy right now because Ronny is home.

It’s hard being a social worker, taking kids from parents that are horrible, but the worst is when the kids are begging to stay, and that’s rough.

I have been threatened many times that people are going to hurt me because I intervened where someone is unsafe.

I still love it because I can make a difference where it really matters.

Elliot walks up to my door and bangs on the glass hard to the point I’m shocked that it doesn’t shatter.

I grip the pen in my hand from where I was writing notes about my cases, trying to talk myself out of using it to cause harm.

He glares at me through the window because I’m taking my sweet time to get up and walk to the door to open it. “Can I get you something?” I ask him. Honestly, I’m not scared of him because he is shorter than me, skinny, and looks like he hasn’t slept in a year.

He looks at me like is disgusted by my presence, but he sure wasn’t like that when he first asked me out.

Poor soul.

He drives a huge jacked-up truck with a ton of stickers on the back window to pretend that he is this huge bad-ass guy, I guess to make up for something.

I snort out a laugh at my thoughts without thinking. “What’s funny?” I shrug my shoulders.

“You have someone at the front, a biker thug,” he hisses at me and practically runs back to his desk that is in the center of the main room.

That’s another thing that was a nail in the coffin for him, because I have an actual office and he has a desk in the middle of the main room where people are coming and going.

Let’s be honest, he is not a good social worker; he doesn’t have the sympathy for others that he needs for this role.

I perk up when he says the word “biker” and I rush to the front, the smile sliding over my face at seeing Ronny standing here with a bag filled with takeout. “This is the best surprise.” I stand up on the tip of my toes to give him a quick kiss.

“We can eat in my office,” I tell him, and he leans down to give me one more kiss. I can see some of the girls watching me and Ronny. He is beautiful, and eyes are always on him everywhere we go.

I shut the door behind us and he sits down in the chair in front of the desk. He pulls my chair and moves it so it’s beside him and we are sitting close together. “I know another thing that I would love to eat in here.”

My mouth falls open in shock that he just said that, and I look to make sure my door is actually shut.

Ronny laughs at me. “If you could see your face, your cheeks are blood red.” That just makes it worse with him mentioning it.

I lean over and rest my head against his shoulder. “I’m so glad you’re home. I never knew how much I missed you until you came home.” I run my hand down his forearm until our fingers are laced together.

“For the small things, like eating lunch together, brushing our teeth together this morning, and making plans.” I’m being sappy, I know.

He rests his head against mine. “I’m never leaving you again,” he says softly, with his free hand opening the wrapper of our food. The smell of Mexican food wafts over to me.

Something has been on my mind for the last couple of years. My mom was not a good mother, and me and my dad dropped all contact with her. I know she tried to reach out once I was able to come home from my kidnapping.

“I think I want to track down my mom to see how she is doing.” I swallow hard, taking a bite of my food.

“I don’t want her to hurt you,” he tells me, and I nod.

“I understand, and I have thought of that a ton, but I just want to see where she is in life.” I shrug my shoulders. “Heck, is she even alive?”

His eyes study me for a moment. “I will go with you if you see her, but if she is a bitch to you in any way then I won’t be liable for my actions.”

I giggle at his protectiveness. I have always loved the way Ronny protects me from everything. He tries to shield me from everything.

“I know you will take care of me, you always have.”

“And I always will until I fucking die.”

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