Chapter 77: The Forgotten Errand
The cool evening air hit Tobias as soon as he stepped out of Sam's house. He hadn't realized how tightly his shoulders had been drawn until the door shut behind him, cutting off her scent, her voice, and the lingering heat of their argument. Or maybe not an argument…whatever it was between them these days always walked the line between fire and ice.
A low whistle greeted him from the foot of the stairs.
"Well, well," Ronan drawled, leaning against the post like a cat who'd gotten into the cream. His grin stretched wide, full of teeth and mischief. "If it isn't my future potential groom. What kept you so long? Did Sam tie you to a chair and interrogate you?"
Tobias rolled his eyes and brushed past him. "Don't you have anything better to do? And what the fuck is future potential groom?"
"Exactly what it says. You have the potential to be a future groom since you'd be getting married to Sam."
