Ronan's POV

“Of all the nights to be late,” I muttered, shifting gears.

The city lights blinked past in no time, and the red indicator on my dash dared to flash again… ten minutes past schedule. I wasn’t flooring it, not yet, but Lisa wouldn’t let this slide. I could already hear her voice, either teasing or scolding.

“Late again? Are you ever early for anything that isn't work?”

I smirked to myself, one hand gripping the wheel, trying desperately to stay still.

It wasn’t even ...