Then I got it. Maybe that was the point. I remembered that despite his bank balance and status, Declan was a normal guy. A very well-mannered guy, but normal nonetheless. Maybe he just liked me and wanted to see me again? He’d seemed pretty keen to show me his book collection. Hopefully he wanted to show me a lot more besides. I grinned at my own wanton thoughts.
When I pulled myself back into the present, I realised I was still holding his business card. And that wasn’t all. Clutched in my other hand was his Mont Blanc pen. My mouth went dry, and my heart pounded.
I considered rushing after him—he couldn’t have gone far—but I stopped myself. The more I thought about it, the more I believed he’d left the pen behind on purpose. I’d been brandishing it around enough, there’s no way he’d ha
