*Declan*

Leah f*cking Garcia.

She had a way of messing with my senses. I knew it from the first night we met, the way she looked at me like I belonged to her. The way her brown eyes drew me in, not giving me a chance to use my brain.

There’s a subtle way she carries herself that’s so alluring; so much confidence and surety, but also softness. The pant suit she wore today accentuated her curves and I couldn’t help but stare.

Even when ...