“Wasn’t sure I’d be seeing you, Clara, you know, not this night.”
Declan was doing it again, saying one thing and meaning another.
But it was Clara Montgomery Noah was focused on, watching out of the corner of his eye as Declan served her a gin and tonic with lime. A bit stronger than the lemonade she’d served him. He turned back to his own drink, not wanting to call attention to himself, wishing suddenly he had sat in the back. He’d survived a corporate meeting with the Hatchers and with Parker, the mayor and his wife, and suddenly it was a spinsteretired nurse who was making him want to retreat into his old shell.
“Oh, Declan, I miss my friend, for sure. But I can’t be holed up in that house every hour of every day. Friday has been my night out for decades, and it’s going to continue
