The car ride had been quiet after they left the bar, but Evelyn didn’t mind it.
Trey had been half-dozing in his seat, their security team focused on the road—but Evelyn’s mind was sharp, clear despite the lingering buzz from earlier drinks.
When her phone vibrated, she knew exactly who it was before she even looked.
Ronan.
She unlocked the screen, her lips curling slightly as her eyes skimmed the message.
Ronan: We need to talk.
She stared at it for a second, not out of surprise—but satisfaction.
There it is, she thought, pride warming her chest.
He’d chased her.
Finally.
And he’d done it without playing games or hiding behind pride.
She knew what he wanted.
And the best part?
She wasn’t opposed to it—not at all.
But if he thought she’d come back quietly, slipping into the s
