Page 11 of Declan
Elise closed her eyes, drawing in a deep, slow breath that filled her with a sense of tranquility, and let a smile curve her lips.
“Damn,” she whispered, her words a gentle sigh in the quiet air, “what a man.”
It was just too bad he hadn’t asked her out. She’d love to know him better, but she never threw herself at a man. With a deep sigh, she locked up, then headed upstairs. Her date with Stephen was tomorrow night and she was looking forward to getting out. He told her he was taking her to The Hartland; a nice restaurant, and she was excited. Maybe she and Stephen could become friends. She didn’t see more than that happening. She had some reservations about him but didn’t know why and she was hoping that would change once they went out.
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Declan walked out of the sheriff’s department to head home. He grinned when he heard Tank barking. It seemed the dogknew the day was over and they were heading home.
Declan planned to relax tomorrow before his date with Denise Dawson. He’d taken her out a few times, but it wasn’t serious. She told him when they first went out that she wasn’t interested in a long-term relationship, which was more than fine by him.
As he got to his cruiser, he heard his name being called and looked to see Killian Doyle walking toward him. Declan grinned and shook his hand when he reached him.
“Hey, Killian. How are you?” Declan asked. Killian was a livestock agent for the Montana Department of Livestock.
“Good, Declan. You?”
“Same.”
“Are you heading home for the day?”
“Yeah. What are you up to?”
“I’m heading home too. It’s been a long day.”
“You got that right.”
When Tank barked, Killian looked at him. “I haven’t seen you in a while. I knew you had a K-9 but I didn’t know it was a Rottie.”
“Yeah, he’s my K-9 but also my dog,” Declan said with a grin.
Killian walked toward the SUV and looked in. “Hey, buddy.” He looked at Declan. “What’s his name?”
“Tank.”
Killian’s eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? I have a Rottie named Tank. It must be a popular name for that breed,” Killian said with a grin.
Declan chuckled. “Sounds like it, but I didn’t name mine.”
Killian grinned. “I didn’t name mine either. I adopted him and kept the name.”
“That’s crazy, isn’t it? I guess people see those big block heads and think of tanks.”
“Yeah, but my Tank is a pussycat.”
“So is mine. Just don’t make him chase you.” Declan shook his head. “It won’t end well.”
“I bet. He’s a lot bigger than my Rot.” Killian laughed. “Oh, did you get your invitation to Nate’s wedding?”
“I did. I’ll be there. I wouldn’t miss it.”
“We’ll be there too.”
“I haven’t seen him. I wonder if he’s nervous?”
Killian grinned. “I saw him yesterday, he said not yet, but I’m sure he will be. I’m sure he’s ready to marry that woman.”
“I’m happy for them. Markie’s a good woman.”
