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“I bet Reid and Roark are handsome too,” Elise said with a smile.
Declan shrugged. “I guess.”
“Oh, come on. A woman can admit another woman is beautiful, and you can’t tell me your cousins are handsome?”
“We all resemble each other. You can tell we’re related if you see us together.” He shrugged again.
“Stephen is looking at us,” she whispered and lowered her eyes.
Declan turned to look at him and heard Elise laugh when Stephen quickly looked away.
“When I pulled him over recently, I was hoping he’d been drinking.”
“You didn’t smell any alcohol?”
“He offered to take a breathalyzer test, so I knew he would pass it. He was cocky about it.”
“I can’t believe I went out with him. He had me fooled.”
“Just like he had Dawn fooled.” Declan clenched his fist on the table.
Elise reached across and touched it. “Don’t let him get to you. His day will come.”
“I hope so. He should be in prison for vehicular homicide,” Declan said. “That charge specifically addresses deaths caused by the operation of a vehicle while impaired.”He stared at her. “It’s what he should have gotten. He killed her. I was so angry that he got away with it. I almost confronted the judge but thought better of it.”
“I’m so sorry about your friend.”
“It’s been three years, and it still bothers me. She didn’t deserve that. No one does.”
“You’re so right.”
The server soon returned with their meals on a round tray that he set up, then lifted the plates and placed them in front of them.
“Enjoy your meals.”
“Thank you, I’m sure we will,” Declan said.
“Oh, this smells heavenly,” Elise said with a sigh.
“It’s as good as it smells.” Declan picked up his fork and knife, cut into his steak, speared a piece, and groaned as he chewed it. He looked at Elise to see her looking at his plate. “What?”
“You like it to moo when you eat it?”
Declan chuckled. “People have such a misconception about that. It’s not blood.”
“Well, it certainly looks like it.” She shuddered.
“Woman, you have no idea how good and tender this steak is. Cooking it much longer spoils the flavor.”
“Whatever. There is no way.” She shook her head.
“That’s your right, but until you taste it, don’t knock it.”
“It’s not appealing to me.”
Declan nodded. “I get it. That’s fine.”
“But this shrimp scampi is the best I’ve ever had.” She speared a shrimp, wrapped noodles around it, then put it in her mouth.
