“Yes,” I said. “He’s a good guy.”
He returned a few minutes later. “You’re set. Do you need anything else?”
“Not a thing.”
“Then I’ll go. I was telling Shiloh there’s no work for me to do until the supplies get here.”
“Understandable,” Bibi said. “But I made a fresh batch of cookies, and this time, I insist that you take a few.”
“Ms. Barrera—”
“Iinsist.”
I arched a brow at Ronan. “She insists.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, and I grinned. The tension between us loosened.
“There are paper bags by the toaster,” Bibi called as he went back to the kitchen. “Fill one up. Or two. You’re a big man. You need your energy.”
“Bibi,” I hissed, my cheeks enflamed.
“It’s true, isn’t it?”
Ronan returned holding a bag that couldn’t have had more than a few cookies in it. “Thanks for these. You going to be okay?”
“Are you addressing me?” Bibi said. “My goodness, what an angel. I’m fine.”
Ronan shifted his gaze to me, same question.
I nodded. “Thank you.”
“Goodbye, darling.”
Ronan made a sound that might’ve been goodbye, then turned and went out.
“He didn’t take many cookies, did he?” Bibi sighed when the front door shut. She shook her head. “I’ve seen his type before.”
“His type?”
Please tell me his type. Tell me what to think about Ronan Wentz.
“He’s the type who gives but hates to take.”
“Sounds about right.” I took Bibi’s hand in mine. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine, baby girl.” She patted my cheek. “In fact, I’m famished. How about we order pizza?”
“Sounds good. And maybe a movie?”
“What about your work in the garage?”
“I’m taking the night off.”
I had Etsy orders to catch up on, but there was no way I was leaving Bibi alone for the rest of the night. Not for one damn second.
“My, my,” Bibi said. “I should have a little dizzy spell more often.”
“No, you should not,” I said, shivering. “You’re not allowed, ever again.”