"Good question," he said, tracing the rim of his mug with his finger. Where to? There was the option of plunging back into fights and horse races. But, somehow, he couldn't bring himself to say that to Adam. What else could he even do. Even more, what did he want?

"Maybe I'll become a farmer," he said, "off somewhere peaceful. Raise horses. Have a garden. A cat. A few dogs." He did love animals, and that sort of life suited him much better than city living. It wasn't as though he didn't realize that he could do all of that at the country estate—he might even be inclined to inherit it if Declan wasn't being such a right douche about it. One sure way to make Ronan fight was to try and force him to do something. Declan never seemed to understand that.

"I don't need much. I think something like that... hah. Well, it must sound stupid, huh?" Declan would scoff at him for such a thought. Raising horses? Taking care of the grounds himself? What was he, a savage?