“I’m sure it’ll happen.”

Declan wanted to add more to the banter, but Kyran’s jealousy had brewed up so much that he forcibly terminated it by stepping right in front of Declan. His eyes were not even blinking.

“Why are you up so early today? Are you not feeling well?” he asked out of concern.

Deirdre was finally pulled back from her glee, causing a change to solemness in her face. “Kyran, the police called me.”

“And?”

“Charlene’s detained. I’ve decided to pay her a visit.”

Kyran’s expression darkened. “Do you want me to come with you?”

She smiled. “I can manage on my own.”

Declan met Kyran’s gaze and immediately chimed in. “Whoa, slow down, Kyran. I remember you telling me you’re going to meet Mr. Smith today. He’s your friend, and he’s here in this city today. Don’t ditch that meeting, okay? Miss McKinnon, I’m coming with you.”

Deirdre froze, though she ultimately shrugged it off. “Thank you so much as usual, Mr. King.”

“Don’t mention it. I owe your boyfriend a favor,” he