Henley

“Thank you,” I replied, smiling. Declan waited for me to slide into the booth, and then he sat across from me with his back to the wall with a clear line of sight to the front door. I was sure that wasn’t an accident.

“So, what can I get you to drink?”

“Coffee for me,” I replied.

“Why don’t we have a bottle of wine instead?” Declan asked, smiling.

I nodded. “Sounds good.”

Declan ordered a bottle of wine, and the ...