Lila's Pov
Ronan got a call from his father on Friday morning while we were still in bed. I heard the phone buzz on the nightstand and watched him reach for it with a frown. He answered quiet.
"Dad." Then he listened. His face changed fast, his jaw tight, eyes narrow. He said yes a few times. Then no, then he hung up without saying goodbye. He sat on the edge of the bed staring at the wall for a long minute.
"What was that?" I asked.
He didn't look at me. "Family meeting tonight. At the house."
"Both of us?"
"Yeah."
I sat up. Pulled the sheet around me. "What's going on?"
He rubbed his face. "They know something's different. Mom saw us at the grocery store last week, holding hands and laughing. She told Dad, now they're worried the merger looks too personal. Like we fixed it too fa
