Lila's Pov
We sat at the kitchen table the next morning after the fight with his family. Coffee was cold in our cups. Ronan had his phone face down. I had mine in my hand but I wasn't looking at it.
We hadn't said much since we woke up. Just quiet glances. His hand rested on the table near mine, i reached over and touched his fingers. He turned his hand over, laced them with mine.
"I'm not going back," I said.
He looked up. "To what?"
"To pretending, to separate rooms. To acting like we don't touch each other. I can't."
He squeezed my hand. "I don't want that either."
"Then we fight. We tell them no, the merger can stand on its own. The numbers are good, the contracts are solid. They don't get to decide how we live."
He nodded slow. "Dad said if we don't comply they walk."
"Let th
