Delaney noticed that he had stopped talking. She noticed the soft, incredibly fond smile on his face, and the distant, thoughtful look in his bright brown eyes. She stopped her rant mid-sentence.
"Aren't you going to your club?" she asked, tilting her head to the side in confusion.
Her question snapped him completely out of his deep, life-changing thoughts.
He blinked rapidly. "Club..." he repeated, his voice sounding entirely blank.
He tried to recall why she was talking about a club. Then, he remembered the words he had shouted at the door for Henderson's benefit. He had claimed he was going to the gentleman's club to escape the house.
"Club.... Oh, my club," Rowan said, sitting up slightly. He shook his head. "No. There is no need for it anymore."
Delaney gave him a highly suspicious look. She slipped off the edge of the tall mattress. Her bare feet hit the soft carpet. She smoothed the front of her green dress once more and walked across the room.
