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They had been in and out of each other’s lives since that first night in the bar. It was truly something, the way they’d just ended up together so quickly and so well. Neither of them had put a name on it yet, whatever this thing was that they had, but Rogan had already become possessive. Rowan was his, and that’s all there was to it.
When they’d made plans for dinner, they’d picked somewhere neutral, an Italian place. He’d been early, scoped the place out, lest anyone be there for any unsavoury reason, but all looked well. Rowan showed up with sunglasses on. The sun had gone down hours ago. He leaned across the table and snatched them off his face, revealing the healing black eye. “Talk. Now.” There was a slight concern in his voice, just enough to bring out the underlying what happened to you? without having to actually say it.