“Sorry.” Ronan answered swinging the door wide open, a towel tucked in a hurry around his waist he offered a wide irritated grin to the person he found standing there. “The Mistress of the room is a bit …” He shrugged, looking very much like a cat that had been spoon fed crème. “A bit preoccupied right now. She’s going to have to get back to you. But I can deliver a message if it’s that urgent.”













