Chapter 2
All the way home, Declan kept a stony expression and didn’t say a single word to me.
He wouldn’t even look at me.
Seeing him gearing up for the silent treatment, I blocked his path as he grabbed a blanket to sleep in the study:
“What’s your deal?”
That question set him off completely.
He rubbed his temples irritably, turned to face me, and bellowed:
“What’s MY deal?”
“I should be asking YOU that, Sophia! A whole table of friends, and you pull that stunt, making me look like an idiot! Tell me! How am I supposed to face them after this?!”
I jumped: “You didn’t tell me ahead of time you were setting them up…’
“Besides, Marcus is still single, and Jenna’s a widow-”
“So what if she’s a widow?” Declan snapped:
“You look down on widows?”
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“Marcus may be single, but he’s thirty years old. He’s an orphan without even his own place. What young girl would want
him?”
“And even if it’s none of your damn business whether they work out or not, what you did tonight was humiliating for ME!”
Declan rattled off this whole speech without stopping.
Watching him, chest heaving with anger, I felt indescribably hurt.
After a moment of silence, Declan said flatly:
“I can’t communicate with you.”
“Just… cool off.”
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