57 Chapter 57: No Protection

Declan wouldn’t own Fiona. No man ever would. Which made her mind turn to Declan and it still made her mad that he thought some fancy story would get her into bed. Couldn’t a guy just like her for who she was first? Men were poopyheads.

Fiona pushed open the door. She found Colleen on the other side, a wine bottle half uncorked in her hand. “Hey.”

They hugged. Fiona felt relief wash over her.

Meg yelled from the balcony. “Hey, Fi.”

Snacks were arranged on a low table between three lounge chairs. “Go out. I’ll be there as soon as I wrestle this wine bottle.”

Fiona hugged Meg tightly, then plopped onto one of the chairs.

“How’s the job hunt going?” Meg asked.

Fiona shrugged. “Not great, but I have a few weeks before I have to worry.” She paused, not sure why she was reticent to tell them about Brent. “I had dinner with this guy.”

“A date?” Colleen said, walking out with the bottle and three glasses in her hands.

“Nah. He wants to sponsor me and my art.”