Chapter 21: Date Night

The Triumph hummed smoothly along the road, the afternoon rush hour recently arrived at home, and the early dinner rush yet to go. Declan really did have a great sense of timing. It was like he could predict what people were going to do before they did it, helping to beat society at its own foolishness, simply refusing to get caught in it.

Polly watched Declan drive, his face both calm and focused, not an ounce of concern that she could see. It wasn’t so much devil-may-care, despite his rolled sleeves, as someone who was already ahead of the game.

The clarity of his eyes and set of his jaw reminded her a little of nihilism, but not the bad kind. Declan’s nihilism was more in the positive sense, like the old saying ‘don’t sweat the small stuff’ where 80-90 percent of it was small stuff.