The Triumph hummed smoothly along the road, the afternoon rush hour recently arrived at home, and the early dinner rush yet to go. Declan really did have a great sense of timing. It was like he could predict what people were going to do before they did it, helping to beat society at its own foolishness, simply refusing to get caught in it.

Polly watched Declan drive, his face both calm and focused, not an ounce of concern that she could see. It wasn’t so much ...