RONAN’S POV

Eamon tilted his head, studying me like I was some kind of puzzle he needed to solve. "I'll keep the clothes and give them to Ewan when he wakes up."

The casual way he said my brother's name made my teeth clench. Like they were friends. Best friends. Like he had any right to be thinking about when Ewan would wake up.

I looked him up and down, taking in his relaxed posture, the way he held himself like he owned the hallway. The towel around his waist. The damp hair. The fact that ...