(Julia's POV)
Ronan stalked out of the restaurant and I hurried after him, wanting to ask how he knew so much about pregnancy, but sensing this probably wasn’t the best time. I tried to catch up, but the heels I was wearing for work were no match for Ronan’s long strides.
I stumbled over an uneven part of the pavement, feeling an uncomfortable twist in my ankle. Before I hit the ground, I felt firm hands grab my elbows and haul me back onto my feet. Ronan had caught me, again. He seemed to be making a habit of it.
He looked down at my heels, brow furrowed. Before I could defend my shoe choice, Ronan crouched down slightly and hooked his arms under my legs. He straightened up, scooping me into his arms, and continued walking across the parking lot, carrying my weight like it wa
