Chapter 63
Lenora
"Lenora, do you know that I love you?" Ronan asks as we're ushered by a small army of staff toward what appears to be a private fucking plane.
I don't think it truly hit me until this moment—that my mate isn't just powerful in the wolf sense, he's powerful in the world sense. Wealthy. Untouchable. I suddenly feel self-conscious in my plain T-shirt and shorts, but Cameron told me to dress comfortably.
Ronan's dressed the same, though with him, the casual look somehow screams I could buy this entire airport if I wanted to.
"Do you? I didn't get the memo," I reply, lifting a brow.
"I knew enduring all these years of your friendship would pay off one day," he says.
"Enduring, huh?" I'm about to pinch his ear when I see him.
Standing in front of the plane, next to a sleek black car, phone to his ear, is my mate.
