Declan made small talk, expertly avoiding the elephant in the room. I cooperated, because well… food. He seemed more comfortable the moment the topic of that night had been dropped.

Postponed, not dropped. I was definitely getting my answers.

The food, however, was phenomenal. I moaned internally every time I took a bite. At least I knew that where food was concerned, I could trust him.

He seemed satisfied with himself as he watched me eat, but I ...