Forty-Nine
Groaning as he kicked off his shoes when he got back to the Towers after a recon mission with Thomas, Declan hung his jacket in the closet by the entryway. Flexing his sock-covered toes, he quietly moving into the kitchen to grab something to eat. Fighting a smile as he caught sight of the note taped to the microwave, he tried not to give in to his urges to go find the woman he now lived with. Reading it out loud, he felt his heart melt a little more. “‘I thought you might be hungry when you got back, so I made something for you. I hope you like it, Temperance.’ I’m sure I’ll love it.” After devouring the gravy-covered mashed potatoes and medium-well steak topped with mushrooms and onions in a sweet barbecue sauce, he washed the dishes left in the sink. His stomach full, he wondered if s
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