Declan could sense Polly before he saw her. Her upset was like a sort of homing beacon, pulling where he needed to be. It killed him to see her so upset, despite her attempts to put on a brave face. Crossing the field in record time, she got into the Triumph, greeting him with a hug.

He returned her embrace, giving her a kiss on the cheek. There were no barriers between them anymore.

“Sorry,” Polly said, wiping away tears, “I don’t know why I’m ...