“Hey, Ronan,” she called. I raised my brows. “Yes?” “Was one of the thousands of forms I signed an NDA?” Frustration filtered through my bones like smoke. How could she have gotten this far without reading every word she signed her name to? “Of course we have a nondisclosure agreement,” I gruffed. Her toe twisted on the ground, the very picture of innocence. “Just making sure you remembered.”
