I’m suddenly too aware of my hands, which are unusually sweaty. There’s one more thing.”
“Of course, there is.”
“I want this agreement in writing.”
That gets me a reaction.
Kieran’s eyes narrow as he sits forward slightly, and I catch a waft of his cologne. It’s rich and musky and completely intoxicating.
“You want acontract?”
“I trust Ronan. But you don’t trust me, and I don’t know what that means for me once I’m legally tied to you. I need to protect myself.”
Kieran’s expression is completely unreadable as he regards me, and it takes everything I have not to break eye contact.
There’s something about his dark brown eyes that makes me feel like he can see into my soul.
“You think I’m going to double-cross you?”
“I think you don’t know me, and that kind of distrust can turn ugly, fast.”
He studies me for a long moment before finally lifting the bottle of whiskey to his lips.
My eyes remain transfixed on the way his throat bobs as he swallows, my own going painfully dry as I eye the powerful column of his neck.
“Very well. If that’s what you want, I’ll talk to our lawyer.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet. You’re still marrying me.”
“Believe me. I haven’t forgotten.”
I’m not sure anyone is capable of ever forgetting Kieran Sullivan.