Declan chuckled self-deprecatingly. “It was more than just ‘not talking.’ We give each other stink eyes when we see each other, too. So, why would I care about someone who hates my guts? Why would I eagerly visit him? Why would I even tell you we knew each other as if it was something I should be proud of?”

Deirdre shook her head. She was not going to let herself be duped anymore.

Kyran extended his hand toward her, and she slapped it away. “How about the fact that there isn’t a guy called Kyr