Chapter 61

Ramsey turns towards us as if seeing us for

the first time and God, Dylan,I think, watching the bunched

muscles in Ramsey’s jaw twitch. Can’t you just keep your damn

mouth shut for once? Please?Beneath the table I squeeze his

hand in a death grip and pray that this guy loses interest in us.

You’re fighting with Conlan, remember? Not us, him. Not us.

“Who the fuck asked you?” he wants to know.

“Ramsey,” Conlan says. Ramsey doesn’t

reply, just stares at Dylan until I’m sure he’s going to come

across the table at him, he’s going to tear him apart and I won’t

be able to stop him, I can’t take on someone like him, even if I

try. “Ramsey, listen—”

“Sit down,” Kelly says, her voice as

soft as Conlan’s. For a moment Ramsey wavers, I see the uncertainty

flicker in his eyes, and then she takes his hand and pulls him down

beside her. He sinks into his seat abruptly, as if his legs fall

out from under him. Kelly closes her fingers around his and