Got you looking like someone stole your lunch money?” Jonathon asked as Declan slid into the booth.

“Fuck you, arsehole,” Declan said trying for casual but probably sounding more like an angry bear.

“It must be serious. Did the interest on your trust fund take a nose-dive?”

“Stop being a dick,” Declan growled. He was in a pissy mood. He had been for two days, ever since Chloe had left the suite, and had been ignoring his calls. It was now Wednesday night and he hadn’t seen her or spoken to her since Tuesday morning when she had walked out of his life.

“Geez, what crawled up Declan’s arse and...