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The evening air was a delicate blend of night-blooming jasmine and the faint, expensive spice of his cologne. I stood in the doorway, the hall light casting a soft halo that caught every anxious pleat of my dress. A firm, unmistakable knock sounded. I opened the door to find Ronan leaning against the frame, his tailored suit sculpted to his powerful shoulders. His storm-grey eyes swept over me, and the intensity in them softened into pure warmth, a dimple appearing beside his smile. 'You are, as always, a vision,' he murmured, his voice a low rumble. He leaned in, his lips a gentle press against my forehead before he guided me, his hand a possessive weight at the small of my back, toward the sleek silhouette of his car. The Ferrari's engine purred like a contented beast as we wound our wa…