Ronan was alarmed when Adam turned and went back into Declan's office. He hesitated, wanting to follow because he trusted his brother not at all.
But he stopped. Do you trust me? There had been a sincerity in Adam's eyes when he said that. It stopped Ronan cold from bursting into the office. Cheek still throbbing from the strike, Ronan bit his bottom lip and then turned away, though it felt like he was driving a knife into his chest doing so. If Declan so much as hurt a hair on Adam's head, Ronan wouldn't be able to keep his promise. He would beat the shit out of his brother.
Adam was the only one he trusted. So, dragging his feet, he returned to the Barns and climbed the ladder into the loft, stretching out across his bed. His cheek throbbed. Telling Declan the truth about his sexuality had lifted a weight off his shoulders, even if it was going to cause all kinds of problems as far as Declan's traditional values were concerned. Ronan didn't care. And now Adam knew too—he wasn't sure how his old friend felt about it, because he had been so engaged with Declan.
In his office, Declan was still pinching his nose, trying to rid himself of the major migraine that was growing. Despite what Ronan believed, Declan didn't want his brother to be unhappy. There were, however, certain things a Lynch had to do. Not to mention that brothers were supposed to stand together. Together, Declan and Ronan Lynch could be a force to be reckoned with. And Declan didn't want to see Ronan die young and drunk in an alleyway. It was a shame that both boys were so shitty about their feelings.
He didn't even notice Adam entering his office again until the young man spoke. Back in his chair and feeling exhausted, Declan glanced up at the voice. He normally barely noticed the young servant, yet he was far more commanding and noticeable when trying to present himself as such. Declan could respect the attempt, so he graced Adam with his attention.
"Oh?" Declan's eyebrow raised, smelling a deal like any good business man. "How does you being reasonable help me?"
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But he stopped. Do you trust me? There had been a sincerity in Adam's eyes when he said that. It stopped Ronan cold from bursting into the office. Cheek still throbbing from the strike, Ronan bit his bottom lip and then turned away, though it felt like he was driving a knife into his chest doing so. If Declan so much as hurt a hair on Adam's head, Ronan wouldn't be able to keep his promise. He would beat the shit out of his brother.
Adam was the only one he trusted. So, dragging his feet, he returned to the Barns and climbed the ladder into the loft, stretching out across his bed. His cheek throbbed. Telling Declan the truth about his sexuality had lifted a weight off his shoulders, even if it was going to cause all kinds of problems as far as Declan's traditional values were concerned. Ronan didn't care. And now Adam knew too—he wasn't sure how his old friend felt about it, because he had been so engaged with Declan.
In his office, Declan was still pinching his nose, trying to rid himself of the major migraine that was growing. Despite what Ronan believed, Declan didn't want his brother to be unhappy. There were, however, certain things a Lynch had to do. Not to mention that brothers were supposed to stand together. Together, Declan and Ronan Lynch could be a force to be reckoned with. And Declan didn't want to see Ronan die young and drunk in an alleyway. It was a shame that both boys were so shitty about their feelings.
He didn't even notice Adam entering his office again until the young man spoke. Back in his chair and feeling exhausted, Declan glanced up at the voice. He normally barely noticed the young servant, yet he was far more commanding and noticeable when trying to present himself as such. Declan could respect the attempt, so he graced Adam with his attention.
"Oh?" Declan's eyebrow raised, smelling a deal like any good business man. "How does you being reasonable help me?"