Gracie gave up. Even if she tried, her strength would not match his. Declan entered, and his gaze instantly landed on the portrait on the wall. It was a picture they took together in the arcade.
Then there was a small portrait on the center table. Still his and Gracie's picture. The apartment was sizeable, neat, and welcoming, but nothing of suspicion.
Declan's pictures dominated the apartment like he owned it, and Gracie felt ashamed. If she had known he was coming, she would have taken them down, but now, it was too late.
"What do you want, Declan?" Irritation sat in her voice, and Declan's attention shifted from the portraits as he stared at her, guilt welling up in his heart. "Why did you dump me?"
It was obvious that Gracie didn't have any man in her life, and he was now
