Zolani’s POV
“So ready to spend my money?” Ronan asked as he opened the passenger door of his sleek black Cullinan in the massive mall parking lot, snow crunching under his boots. His hand extended toward me, open, steady, and palm up like an invitation instead of a demand.
I chuckled nervously, and lightly, trying to shake off the knot in my stomach.
“Don’t take what Aradia said to heart,” I mumbled, sliding my hand into his. “She’s just being funny.”
His fingers closed gently around mine, it felt warm, confident, with no pressure. He helped me out of the car, the cold air biting my cheeks the second my heels hit the snow-dusted asphalt.
“Well, I’m gonna listen to her,” he said, smiling easily and warmly. “I have the money, so it’s natural for me to spend it on a woman I so much admi
