Henley

When the pizzas arrived, Declan was still quiet. Too quiet. I knew he was still obsessing over the incident with those men earlier. But I was hoping that the game and the pizza would take his mind off it.

Declan grabbed the money off the table, paid the guy, and was back a moment later with the pizzas.

“Where are the plates, and I’ll get them?” I quickly moved the money, clearing a place on the table for the pizzas.

“No, Trent can get them.” ...