Henley

“Ready to go?” Declan asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I’m ready if you are.” I nodded, still reeling from him casually asking me if I was on birth control and then telling me he would call to make the appointment for me. I guessed I should have already made the appointment, but I’d been busy. But if tonight didn’t tell me anything else, it was that I was going to have to make the time.

He paid the bill and then escorted me out.

“Don’t you ...