CHAPTER 11
Declan wasn’t sure he’d ever been happier to see home than he was when he pulled up to the old Victorian late Friday afternoon. Exhaustion practically bled out of every pore, but the dumpster fire of his week had been extinguished. Finally. He hadn’t known when they’d be arriving, but Pru had assured him they’d have a room ready, no matter when. Thank God for family.
Scarlett dozed in the passenger seat, finally able to rest for the first time since the weekend. As he took in the shadows beneath her eyes, temper stirred anew at his ex-wife. She’d terrified their daughter. And all Bridget had talked about when she’d been confronted was how hurt she was by Scarlett’s rejection. As if she hadn’t been rejecting Scarlett in big ways and small for years.
It took a few moments for D
