Declan dropped Eileen off in Bellaire before driving Trish to downtown.
Arriving at the underground parking lot, just as Trish was about to undo her seatbelt, Declan's slender fingers gently held her delicate, jade-like hand.
Trish's heart skipped a beat, and she feigned composure. "What's up?"
"Don't you have anything to say?" Declan's...