Ronan's POV

“Of all the nights to be late,” I muttered, shifting gears.

The city lights blinked past in no time, and the red indicator on my dash dared to flash again… ten minutes past schedule. I wasn’t flooring it, not yet, but Lisa wouldn’t let this slide. I could already hear her voice, either teasing or scolding.

“Late again? Are you ever early for anything that isn't work?”

I smirked to myself, one hand gripping the wheel, trying desperately to stay still.

It wasn’t even her words that haunted me, it was the tone. The warmth. The way she made scolding feel like endearment. The woman was something else....