Chapter 85

NADINE

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft swoosh, enclosing us in dim, gold-toned light. I folded my arms, side-eyeing Ronan as he pressed the button to the penthouse floor.

“That was the most boring date you’ve ever planned,” I said, voice dry as toast.

He didn’t even flinch. “Yeah?” he muttered without looking at me, thumb still on the panel.

“We just went out to get champagne,” I went on,