Ronan's POV
I turned, walking towards the door. I didn't look back, trusting her to follow. I heard her footsteps, light but steady, behind me. At the door, I produced a heavy, ornate iron key from my pocket. It clicked loudly in the lock, the sound echoing in the cavernous space.
The room beyond was dark. I reached inside, flipping a switch. Soft, indirect lighting bathed the space in a warm, amber glow. No harsh fluorescents. This was not a garage.
Katie stepped through the doorway, stopping abruptly, her breath catching. Her eyes widened, scanning the room.
It was exactly as I kept it: precise, ordered, functional, yet undeniably sensual. The walls were a deep, rich burgundy, textured and soundproofed. A thick, dark Persian rug covered the polished concrete floor, absorbing sound, s
