12. The Gift

EVERLEIGH

“And you Ms. Logan, are most certainly mine.”

It's been a few hours since Ronan left me at the gate to our private entrance, but his words at the park that was dedicated to his grandmother still have my body covered in goosebumps.

What does it mean?

He’s crazy?

Is he laying a claim to me like some kind of caveman?

I think so.

Do I want him to?

Uhh… Yeah! He’s gorgeous!

I’m no closer to answers or decisions than I was when he said it. He’s definitely a man that gets what he wants and apparently he has chosen to set his sights on me. I’m just not sure if I’m ready to take that kind of chance or not.

I mean he all but confessed to me that he wasn’t the guy I thought he was. But this morning at breakfast I could see the darkness in his eyes when he was challenged by his inner circle.

I’ve been laying in my bed for the last few hours guessing, second guessing and making a mess out of the few words spoken. I couldn’t help but think back on the way his hand felt in mine. When he