After breakfast Declan had been arguing with his wife which he hated so much.
"Are you seriously going to stand there and pretend you don't understand what I'm saying?"
Leah's voice shook with anger as she stood beside the bedroom window, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Declan had been trying to get her to calm down for the last ten minutes, but every attempt seemed to make things worse.
They hadn't argued like this in months.
Declan loosened the collar of his shirt and sighed. "Leah, for f***k's sake, can we have this conversation without you shouting at me?"
"Then give me a reason not to shout! That woman walked into my home, looked me in the face, and spoke as though she had some claim over you. And you stood there looking uncomfortable instead of telling her exactly wher
