Shifting Priorities

Declan

I took another sip of whiskey, letting the burn distract me from Damian's probing stare. "There's nothing to tell. You're imagining things."

"Am I?" He tapped his fingers on the table. "The Declan Pierce I know would've jumped at those model photos I showed you. Instead, you acted like I was showing you tax returns."

"Maybe I'm evolving."

"You? Evolve?" Damian snorted. "Next, you'll tell me