Henley

Declan stared at me for a moment and then nodded, conceding. “What I meant was that I’d like to take you anywhere in the world that you’d like to go.” He tilted his head to the side. “Is there any place that you’ve always wanted to go?”

I lifted one shoulder. “Ireland, Italy, or Scotland. Maybe Hawaii.”

He chuckled. “We can go to Hawaii any time. So, Ireland... or the French Rivera, perhaps?”

I laughed, knowing he was teasing me. ...