Declan
Her face flushed
“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “That was… unnecessary.”
I leaned back, watching her carefully. “You jealous?”
Her head snapped up. “No!”
Rhys smirked, reaching over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You were.”
She swatted his hand lightly, but there was no real force behind it. “I was not.”
“You snapped,” I pointed out.
“She was staring!”
“At us,” Rhys corrected.
Grace opened her mouth, then closed it again.
“Exactly,” I muttered.
She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue further.
The food came, and for a while, things settled into something softer. Easier.
We talked.
Really talked.
It was like we were getting to know each other afresh.
Grace exhaled softly, her fingers tracing the edge of the table. “It wasn’t easy,” she said. “There were days
