"Your brother is here, Mr. Cross," his PA reported from the door of his office.
Dominic lifted his face from his laptop. "Let him in," he said simply, voice low but steady.
"Uncle!"
The small cry came before Ronan even fully stepped inside. Celsa's tiny feet thudded against the polished marble floor as she ran straight into his arms.
Ronan barely had time to drop the file in his hand before her soft curls buried into his chest.
He laughed, bright and full of life. "There's mi'lady!" he said, lifting her beneath her arms and spinning her until her giggles filled the entire room.
Celsa's laughter was a melody to him. Each time she laughed, she cleansed his heart. She threw her arms around his neck and pressed a loud kiss to his cheek when he stopped spinning. "You came!" she said, eyes wide with delight.
Ronan smiled, holding her tight. "Of course, I came. How could I not come when my favorite girl is here?"
