“Not a clue,” he said, going back to caressing her hand and wrist with his lips and just the very tip of his tongue. She clenched her thighs and felt the rush of warmth. He was killing her.

She took a breath and closed her eyes, trying to pick up the thread of the conversation. “My father is Colin Calloway.” She stopped and waited but he gave no reaction to the name. “My grandfather is Henry Calloway.”

Declan paused and lifted his eyes to her, not breaking the contact ...