CHAPTER 43
DECLAN’S POV
I caught myself staring at her for too long and Claus must have noticed that, for he tugged at my arm slightly and cleared his throat.
“Eh…ehm…Declan.” He whispered sharply.
I snapped out of it, nodded and walked onto the patio. I looked at the glass table between the two comfortable chairs that were stationed there and noticed that she had already been served a drink. Good job, Claus. I thought. When I looked at the wine she had been served, I felt the desperate urge to glare at Claus, but I just couldn’t.
He had served her the only Billionaire vodka that was on the big shelf in the bar situated at the living room. That was the most expensive drink in my collection!
I held out my hand for a handshake, but she didn’t take it. She didn’t wear a frown, her eyes
