Chapter 44

“Ronan, Ronan, Ronan. Oh, there’s a rooster. Ronan.” Molly looked questioningly from Felix to Ronan and back before turning her attention back to the camera, no longer narrating.

Once they got to the shots of the beach, Felix began breathing heavier. He couldn’t help it. The memory of that day was always just beneath the surface of his thoughts and the way the light and fog played off Ronan’s regal profile in these shots—Felix absentmindedly ran his finger along his bottom lip. He could almost taste Ronan’s kiss still. Yikes. Was that a pic of just his ass?Felix hoped it would go unnoticed. Molly had already cycled past it, but she flipped back to it briefly before going forward once more. Shit.Felix had never stared at anything so intently in his life as he stared at the camera and nowhere else. He would have rather been pecked to death by chickens than risk catching Ronan’s eye at that moment. Or worse—Lorcan’s.