“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
“Oh, yeah? Care to give me a review?”
The temptation to launch my textbook at Kieran’s head is overwhelming, but if I bring him back to New York with brain damage, Ronan might actually kill me.
“Underwhelming.”
Kieran barks a laugh, and the sound has my own lips twitching.
“I don’t have time to stroke your ego, Sullivan. I really need to study.”
“And I’m trying to help you, but you’re the one talking about strip clubs and stroking.”
I groan, burying my face in my hands to hide the fact my cheeks are on fire. “Oh, my god. You’re not helping!”
“Come on, Walsh. It could be a good bonding exercise for us.”
I lower my hands, shooting Kieran a glare. “I highly doubt that, but fine. You can help me study, but if you derail my focus, I have every right to kick you out of this hotel room.”
“You mean the bedroom, right?”
“No. I will call security and have you escorted off the premises because that’s how serious I take my studying.”
“Damn, I didn’t realize I was marrying such a nerd.”
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.”
“I’m sure. But I have a condition too.”
I groan. “What now?”
“You’re having dinner with me once you’re finished.”
“Fine. But if you’re anything like you were last time, I’m bailing halfway through.”
Kieran holds up his hands. “I’m a changed man.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
I’m sitting crossed-leggedon the bed, surrounded by flashcards, while Kieran is sprawled sideways across the armchair, with one arm slung behind his head and the other flipping through my textbook.
He’s annoyingly relaxed whereas I feel like a live grenade that may explode at any moment.
I might be in Vegas in a honeymoon suite, but my final exam is in three days, and I can’t afford to fail.
“Supply and demand curves,” he announces.
“Hit me.”
“Let’s test this in real time. Demand for your attention seems sky-high, but your supply is pretty limited.”
I don’t even bother looking up from my notes.
“That’s because the supplier’s dealing with a negative externality.”
He snorts. “That was savage.”
I lob a flashcard at his head, and he catches it with one hand as a hint of a smile tugs at his lips.