Chapter 4
Declan rode down Main Street on his bike, relishing in the late morning sun. There were only so many days left for him to ride before he had to put his baby into the garage for the winter. He had only planned on going for a cruise around town, but found himself stopping at Calhoun’s and grabbing Layla’s scarf.
For no other reason than that he was an i***t, he headed across town to the nursing home. Why he didn’t wait for her to come back in the bar was beyond him. He knew she’d be back for it. She’d been wearing the same scarf for all the years he’d known her. The minute the temperature dropped below fifty-five, she’d be wrapped in the purple and blue knit.
The days were still warm, holding onto the summer heat as long as they possibly could, but the early mornings and nights
