The Last Piece of His Heart (Lost Boys 3)

I arched a brow at Ronan. “She insists.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, and I grinned. The tension between us loosened.

“There are paper bags by the toaster,” Bibi called as he went back to the kitchen. “Fill one up. Or two. You’re a big man. You need your energy.”

“Bibi,” I hissed, my cheeks enflamed.

“It’s true, isn’t it?”

Ronan returned holding a bag that couldn’t have had more than a few cookies in it. “Thanks for these. You going to be okay?”

“Are you addressing me?” Bibi said. “My goodness, what an angel, I’m fine.”

Ronan shifted his gaze to me, same question.

I nodded. “Thank you.”

“Goodbye, darling.”

Ronan made a sound that might’ve been goodbye, then turned and went out.

“He didn’t take many cookies, did he?” Bibi sighed when the front door shut. She shook her head. “I’ve seen his type before.”

“His type?”

Please tell me his type. Tell me what to think about Ronan Wentz.

“He’s the type who gives but hates to take.”

“Sounds about right.” I took Bibi’s hand in mine. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, baby girl.” She patted my cheek. “In fact, I’m famished. How about we order pizza?”

“Sounds good. And maybe a movie?”

“What about your work in the garage?”

“I’m taking the night off.”

I had Etsy orders to catch up on but there was no way I was leaving Bibi alone for the rest of the night. Not for one damn second.

“My, my,” Bibi said. “I should have a little dizzy spell more often.”

“No, you should not,” I said, shivering. “You’re not allowed, ever again.”

“I’m getting up there, Shiloh. I don’t ever want to be a burden to you but—”

“You’re not,” I said fiercely. “You never will be. You took me in, Bibi. If anyone’s the burden, it’s me.”

“Never think that, Shiloh. Not ever. I’d do it a hundred times over.” Her tone softened. “But we don’t get to say how long we have, my dear. We can only make the most of the time we’re given. And I cherish every minute with you.”

Hot tears sprung to my eyes, but I blinked them back. “Me too, Bibi. Every minute.”

Bibi patted my cheek, then smiled brightly. “Now, how about some Madea?”

“Again?” I sniffed a laugh. “Which one?”