Warm water cascaded down as he washed away the trials of the day. Even Sunday could hold grit and toil if you did it right. Declan had a habit of working his body to the edge, if it meant not paying attention to what was on his mind. Which had been something of a circus as long as he could remember.
Even as he soaped himself, she would never go away, not entirely. Wherever he went, even when he tried to make his mind blank, she would find her way there. It wasn't the first time his mind had mutinied, but never before had it been so insistent. Something was defiantly trying to tell him someone, and it was within his interest to listen. He had already taken the first steps by asking her out to dinner. Whether or not it was officially a 'date' in the usual sense mattered less than the fac
