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Ronan wakes to the hum of the BMW. It trembles through his feet, up his legs and through his body. Light, but there. The scent of mist and moss drifts to his nose and warmth prickles at his cheeks. For a moment, his body can’t react, frozen in the seat with only the echoes of dreams pulsing through his veins. “What do you have this time, Lynch?”Parrish’s voice is as sweet and smooth as honey. Ronan only wishes that he could open his eyes to see the lips he’s been dreaming about for weeks.Just a few more seconds.“Take your time,” Adam says softly. Ronan hears his hands glide around the steering wheel, the car turning smoothly a second later and steadying again under Adam’s careful driving. “I’ll still be here.”