“C’mon, we’re going to be late,” he says, as he rests his hand on my lower back, ushering me towards his car. I nod and accept the gesture before sliding inside. The familiar scent of leather and something musky and delicious wraps around me as he slides into the driver’s seat. He gives me a small, almost reassuring smile before taking off down the road. “Did Asher prepare you?” Ronan asks after a minute or so. “Prepare me for what?” “Tonight.”
