24. Ronan
“ W onder if there’ll be enough staffers to get some games going in Alaska,” Connor muses as I trail him through our condo building’s front door.
“In the forest?” I mock, wiping the sweat off my brow with my palm.
I never would have guessed Frisbee tag took that much effort, but the way Connor’s league plays, I thought I was going to collapse on the field.
It could be the nicotine tar in my lungs, though.
“You can build a team with the human-sized mosquitos.”
The elevator doors open with a ding, and out steps Vera’s surgically enhanced breasts, followed by the rest of her. The first time I met the single, older lady, I’ll admit, I had a hard time focusing on her face, as pretty as it is.
“Boys!” She appraises our bare chests and soaked shorts. “What have you two been up to?”
Connor grins as he reaches out to hold the elevator door, showing off his ripped biceps. “You know us. Always looking for a good workout.”
Her eyes light up with heated interest. “You can find one of those at my place. Come by anytime. And you .” She sizes me up like, well, a cougar deciding where to start on its fresh kill. “I still need that light in my bedroom fixed.”
“Didn’t he fix that last weekend?” Connor muses.
Her brow pinches with confusion. “Last weekend …”
The elevator alarm screams at us.
I slip past them and jab the button for our floor. “I’ll come by next week to help you with that, ma’am.”
Connor releases his hold, blowing a kiss at her as the doors are closing. And then he turns to me. “Did you just ma’am Vera?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I? My mother raised me to have manners.”
He chuckles. “Anyway, we’re not here next week.”
“Exactly. And the light in her bedroom is not broken.” That’s code for I’m going to break your dick sex if I’ve ever heard one.
“It’s not,” Connor agrees. “I fell for it and, bro …” He shakes his head. “That was a night. She pulled out a strap-on and?—”
I hold up my hand. “’Nough said.”
The elevator doors open on our floor and we step out.
“Hey, if you weren’t with her last weekend after the club, where were you? I came to your room.”
Shit . “Went out for a smoke.”
“At two in the morning?”
I shrug. “I needed one, and you said I couldn’t smoke inside.”
His eyes narrow suspiciously while he digs for his keys. “You really need to quit that shit. It’s not good for you. And you missed out because of it.”
“Yeah, too bad.” With a smirk, I trail him in.