Chapter 15
Declan closed down for the night. Layla was working a double, so his plans consisted of heading home, throwing back a beer, and passing out. He reached for the light when the door opened, and O’Reilly stepped in.
Declan’s jaw tensed; he could feel the veins in his neck tighten. “I thought I told you to get the hell out of this town.”
“I can’t.”
“Yeah, you can. Get in your car and drive. It’s simple.”
O’Reilly shook his head. “You saved my life, and I’m not leaving until I know you’re safe.”
“You have got to be shitting me. If I knew you were going to become a royal pain in my a*s, I would have let you die.”
“No, you wouldn’t have. It’s not who you are.”
“And who is that, exactly?”
“A good guy.”
“You’ve been hanging out with too many lowlifes if you think I’m a good guy
