Vivienne's POV The ride back to the house felt longer than it was, but I didn't dare speak. What was I meant to say? Even if I was somehow able to come up with something to say, I doubted it was the right time. Ronan didn't say a word either, and I didn't dare ask him to. Not when his knuckles were clenched so hard against the handlebars, I swore the leather grips would split apart.

I swallowed a gulp the moment the gates to the house came into view. Our house. The same place he'd brought me ...