Dominic's phone vibrated against his thigh. The sound was low, and muffled by the thick fabric of his suit, but the weight of it pulled his attention back to it.
Ronan had promised to call, with answers.
Celeste stiffened faintly in his arms when she felt the buzz. She didn't move away. Neither did he. Rather, his arms tightened around her
His hand remained splayed over the back of her head, and her face was still pressed against his chest. He could feel her breathing against him, shaky and uneven, and the faint trace of her perfume lingered where her hair brushed his chin.
He pulled the phone out without letting her go. One arm stayed around her waist, firm and unyielding, while his other hand slipped into his pocket and drew the device out.
The screen lit his jawline in a cold glow. Ronan.
He answered with a curt swipe. "Talk." He ordered, in no mood for pleasantries.
