Page 162 of One Night Only
I love him and he loves me. And now he looks at me in such bewilderment that I laugh harder.
“Is she alright?” a waiter asks as he passes.
“She’s fine,” Declan says. “It’s just drugs.”
The man hurries on as I try and catch my breath, unable to stop.
“You’re insane,” he says to me, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
He rests beside me, one foot on the wall, his hands in his pockets as he waits for me to calm down. Eventually, I do, my laughter turning to hiccups before ending in a smile.
“I’m in love with you too,” I say.
“That’s handy.” He’s silent for a moment, examining his shoes. “The papers are signed.”
“I know.”
“It’s in the past.”
“I know,” I say. And I do. “I believe you. I trust you. I’m sorry I didn’t before.”
Declan says nothing, watching me warily.
“What?”
“Nothing. I’m afraid to say anything in case I set you off again. Don’t you dare,” he adds as I let out a small giggle.
“I’m just on a sugar high.”
He smirks. “I didn’t think you’d drink it.”
“Only for you.”
“You’re not going to vomit all over my shoes again, are you?”
“Is there any chance you’ll forget about that or…” I sigh as he shakes his head. “Didn’t think so.”
He reaches between us, toying with the skirt of my dress before he pivots to stand in front of me, tugging me closer.
“Wait,” I say, my hand flying up so he kisses my palm.
He groans. “What?”
“Do you have any more secrets to tell me?”
His face clears in understanding. “I might do. Nothing serious.”
“Me too,” I whisper. “No ex-husbands though.”
“And I have no more ex-wives.”
“I’m kind of a night owl,” I say, eyes searching his. “Sometimes I go for weeks without much sleep and then need a weekend where I’m just comatose for forty-eight hours.”
“Thank you for sharing this with me.”
“I also don’t really like dogs. People judge me when I say this, but I can’t help it.”
“I’m not judging you. We’ll get a cat.”
