Lisa’s POV

Ronan left the room with a light laugh that still lingered in the air after he closed the door.

I whiled away time for what felt like a half hour.

Then came a sudden stir outside, thuds, shifting furniture, some muffled voices, the clinking of silverware… maybe even someone groaning about lifting something too heavy. I furrowed my brows. What in the—

Before I could fully decide on what to do, everywhere was silent again.

A few minutes passed before he returned. And when he did, I nearly fell off the bed.

He was in pajamas.

Not regular sleepwear — oh no — full-on, loose-yet-somehow-fitted navy pajamas with...