The second she stepped through the clubhouse doors, all eyes turned toward her.
She felt their stares—some wary, some curious, others sharp with judgment—but she didn’t spare a single glance their way.
They weren’t her concern.
This wasn’t about them.
This was about him.
Her heels clicked against the floor with every step, steady and deliberate, as she walked through the room like she’d been born for it—head high, shoulders back, not a shred of hesitation in her.
She didn’t slow.
Didn’t waver.
She walked straight toward Ronan—who stood waiting, composed but watching her every move like a man ready to take a bullet.
And without a word, without a flicker of hesitation, she reached for him.
Her hands grabbed his collar, and she pulled him down to her level with ease—right there, in
