The kitchen clock clicked once before Declan finally spoke.
“Who’s Theo?”
There was no accusation in his voice. That would have been easier. Accusation gave me something to push against. Declan sounded calm enough to be discussing the weather, which meant the effort required to sound that calm was probably enormous.
I unzipped my coat and hung it over the back of a chair. Rain had darkened the shoulders of my blouse, and the cold fabric clung to my skin. “A man who knows what mushrooms are.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “That clears everything up.”
“He was at the exhibit.”
“I gathered that.”
My phone lit again in my hand.
THEO: Tomorrow?
Declan’s gaze dropped to the screen and came back to my face. He didn’t ask to see the message. He didn’t need to. The name was bright enough betwe
