Polly dressed back in her best, Declan put on his same suit, which had kept its shape, and they walked back down the Triumph. Holding hands and never letting go until Declan opened her door.

“Where to?” he asked, starting the engine at a purr.

“Work,” Polly said, with a sight.

“You don’t like it anymore?” Declan asked.

“Oh, no, I love it! I just love you more.”

With gentle fingers under her chin, Declan ...