Chapter 84

NADINE

The corridor was still. Too still, except for the soft hums I heard coming from our bedroom. Mocha must have taken over his new favorite spot once more.

I stood right outside the doorway, fingers wriggling in the cuff of Ronan's massive t-shirt I had on. It reeked of him—warming and clean, like freshly washed sheets and something else that always left me secure.

I did this. I wanted to do t