Christ almighty, could this night get any worse? Declan must’ve felt someone looking at him because he swept his gaze up and met mine. A warm smile curved on his lips before he threw up his hand in greeting. As I waved back, I debated whether I should walk over to speak to him.
Before I could make the decision, he came to me. “Good evening, Dr. Beasley.”
“Good evening to you.”
Sweeping his arm towards the bar, he asked, “May I buy you a drink?”
“That’s very kind of you, but I think I’m the one who owes you a drink.” I jerked my chin at the group he had just left. “Especially since you’re here to celebrate.”
“Yes. Bailey finally signed the divorce papers.”
“I assume congratulations are in order since you’re now a free man.”
He grinned. “Yes, I am. Well, as free as one can be who has
