Declan’s jaw ached from how hard he was clenching his teeth. “That doesn’t mean he has the right to touch you,” he ground out.

“I know and as I said, I dealt with it.”

Declan made himself relax. He took a deep breath and held it before letting it out slowly. He loosened his fingers and rolled his head, stretching out the taut muscles in his neck. “Okay,” he said with a slow breath. “Tell me what else happened.”

“Then the birthday girl, Miranda, puked ...