ELOISE
There was this glum expression on Declan's face as he took a seat. He looked stressed. So in a show of hospitality, I did the kindly thing.
"Would you like a glass of water?"
"No." He respectfully declined. "I think it's better if we get this over with before your adopted parents get here. I wouldn't want to spook them into believing you are joining a cult or something."
"We don't have to worry about any of that. My dad isn't in the dark and my mom is out shopping."
"What about him?" Declan asked and I followed his gaze to where my father was talking animatedly to a large, broad-shouldered Clay in a black hoodie.
"That's Clay. My brother." He's harmless."
"Well, your brother keeps staring at me like I'm about to pull out a gun any second now and go wild," Declan said in respo
