Chapter 73
Ronan
"Finally, Snowball—I was starving!" I call out the moment I hear the familiar beeps of the penthouse door unlocking.
They're back. About time.
As much as I love tagging along like the professional third wheel I've perfected myself into, there was no way I was sitting through an entire golf course crawl full of crusty old men trying to one-up each other over swing speeds. Not my scene.
So here I am—stretched out on the couch, living my best slacker life, one sock half-off, TV muted, and a plate of leftover pastries within easy reach. The city skyline is bleeding gold from the sunset outside, making the whole living room glow. It's perfect.
Until it's not.
The door swings open and my smile freezes in place.
Because trailing in behind Len and Cameron—like a bad smell—are the Neta brothers.
Oh, for f—
