CHAPTER 3
Declan had showered and washed his face half a dozen times. There was still fricking glitter all in his beard. Damn it. Hauling out the beard trimmer he’d only packed to neaten things up before the wedding, he resigned himself to his fate. He really was going to have to shave. He refused to go entirely clean shaven. That was too big a pain in the ass to maintain. But he dialed the trimmer to a couple clicks away from the closest setting and went to work. With every swipe of the blades, it seemed as if he was carving off years.
Fifteen minutes later, he stood staring at his reflection, rubbing a hand over the jaw he could now clearly see again. He’d had a full beard since Scarlett was born. Seeing this much of his face was just plain weird. He looked different. Younger, except f
