Declan

I walked over to Trent’s bar, filled a glass with scotch, and downed half of it. Then I turned to face him. “Isabel leaked everything to the press about Henley and me.”

He scoffed, pouring himself a drink, too. “How did she know?”

“She’s smart! She figured it out!” I took another swig. “Too smart.”

“So, she was the one who leaked it to the press that Henley had Leukemia?” Trent took a sip of his drink. “Declan, that’s public ...