Ronan stared out the window of the coach as they set off. He hadn't missed being manhandled. When it was Adam, it was different. Having the maids touch him? That was a different story.
As the coach went, people looked to see who was inside. That was when Ronan stared straight ahead rather than out the window. He hated that, too. People looking at him. Expecting the perfect son of Niall Lynch.
He wanted to ask Adam the things his brother put him through, but it was too personal. While he wanted to know he didn't want to make Adam uncomfortable. There was a distance between them, one from both time and status. Would things have been different if Ronan had stayed?
It was quiet until they arrived in front of the bakery. It smelled delicious, and since it was past morning, the breakfast rush had died down. Stepping out of the coach, Ronan smiled a small, genuine smile.
"This brings back memories. Remember when we got sick from eating too many pastries?"
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As the coach went, people looked to see who was inside. That was when Ronan stared straight ahead rather than out the window. He hated that, too. People looking at him. Expecting the perfect son of Niall Lynch.
He wanted to ask Adam the things his brother put him through, but it was too personal. While he wanted to know he didn't want to make Adam uncomfortable. There was a distance between them, one from both time and status. Would things have been different if Ronan had stayed?
It was quiet until they arrived in front of the bakery. It smelled delicious, and since it was past morning, the breakfast rush had died down. Stepping out of the coach, Ronan smiled a small, genuine smile.
"This brings back memories. Remember when we got sick from eating too many pastries?"