Why would I need it?
Why?
Why, Ruby!
“I thought I'd just bring it over here and charge it for you.”
I keep walking.
“Ruby, stop.”
His voice is firm, in the tone he saves just for me, and I have to take a breath.
It was hot.
“Turn to face me.”
That one, too.
“Why do you need my phone?”
“I …”
“The truth.”
I hold my chin high.
“I … accidentally sent a text for the girls to you and I need to delete it.”
His left brow lifts as he smirks.
“What does it say?”
I glare at him. “If I told you that, that would defeat the purpose of deleting it, wouldn’t it?”
He shrugs. “I guess.”
“So, can I have your passcode to delete it?”
“The passcode to my phone seems pretty intimate, don’t you think?”
I laugh.
“If you think that’s intimate, then you should read—never mind. Nope. I don’t think that it is.”
His gaze meets mine and turns dark.
His chest rises, and the urge to ask him what he's thinking is heavy, but I don't.
The girls, as usual, perk up, and I take a deep breath.
“Please, Declan.”
He swallows and then nods.
“9292.”
Relief floods me as I enter the code and all the apps on his phone appear. I tap on the text message icon, find our thread. He’s watching me, but as soon as our eyes meet, he looks away and focuses on my computer again.