Declan dropped Eileen off in Bellaire before driving Trish to downtown.

Arriving at the underground parking lot, just as Trish was about to undo her seatbelt, Declan's slender fingers gently held her delicate, jade-like hand.

Trish's heart skipped a beat, and she feigned composure. "What's up?"

"Don't you have anything to say?" Declan's smile was gentle as he looked at Trish.

Trish's heart raced as she tried to appear nonchalant. "Say what?"

Declan leaned in closer, maintaining a suitable distance. "I guess I helped out your friend today..." He said, his eyes showing a hint of wanting to be rewarded.

Though there was a distance between them, Declan's presence still...