CillianI hear them before I see them. Heavy steps. Controlled. Familiar. Declan and Liam don’t enter a room quietly, not because they can’t, but because they don’t need to. Their presence speaks before they do. It always has. It always will.Ronan, on the other hand, is already grinning like a fucking idiot. “You missed it,” he says the second they step into the kitchen, leaning back in his chair like he’s been waiting for this exact moment. “Our fearless leader here was having a very… interesting morning.”Declan raises a brow, glancing between us as he shrugs off his jacket. “Oh yeah?”“Kitchen,” Ronan continues, clearly enjoying himself far too much. “Coffee. No shirt. And her…” he pauses for effect, looking straight at me now, “…wearing nothing but his shirt.”“Ronan,” I say flatly.He raises both hands in mock surrender, grin still firmly in place. “What? Just setting the scene.”Declan lets out a low laugh, shaking his head slightly as he moves toward the counter. “Christ. Didn
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