Chapter 60: Second Sullivan Heir
"I don’t know what I expected," Amelia mused as she and Ronan ended up sitting on a park bench, watching the sunset from over the hills, with kebabs from a roadside stall in their hands. "I thought..."
"You thought we would go to a fancy restaurant?" Ronan asked with a raised eyebrow, tilting his neck so that it leaned against the edge of the park bench. In the light of the setting sun, his bronze skin seemed to shimmer gold, glinting off the wired rims of his glasses and highlighting the spark in his eyes.
He was another handsome man, and Amelia couldn’t help but wonder if things would be any different if Ronan was the one who reached out with a helping hand, and not Matteo. Ronan seemed normal enough. He didn’t seem like he was engaged to a woman from a powerful family, with a patriarch who killed people.
But if wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
"Nah. I’d prefer something simple for dinner, after such a shitty day," Ronan said, distracting her thoughts. He held up his kebab tenderly as though it was his firstborn child, before unwrapping it and taking a huge bite. "Oof, hot!"
As he spluttered and choked, Amelia hurriedly passed him a napkin. Then she looked at her own kebab and sighed.
Shitty day was an understatement.
Matteo and Emmeline were probably having a five-course meal in Matteo’s apartment, cuddled up together like lovebirds while a helper busied themselves with cooking the meal for them. Or they might be cooking together, their heads huddled together over the stove as they laughed over the ridiculousness of a recipe, his arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her close to nuzzle her neck.
That was what Caleb used to do to her. Her heart gave a painful twinge as she recalled happier times.