Re: [declan and clementine, marvel]
[She saw the way his forearm tightened right on up when she talked about Murphys and their affections placed wrong. It was something they didn't talk about in their family, and Clementine, she'd kept herself quiet for real long. But she was just damn tired of it these days, all them secrets, and all them closed doors of her childhood and the maid sent off and just her and her daddy left behind. Part of her wished she could scream it loud to the sky, what she'd done to the man in his country house, face smashed in and a death so angry there wasn't no doubt it was personal.
But they were at dock, and she wasn't sure Declan would take it well, and she'd learned better about trusting.
'Stead, she danced her fingers over the knuckle he pressed to the rail of the boat. And there weren't no covering a damn thing, not when the whole damn journal network knew about Chloe and Alexander bedding down. Thing was, all their business had been spread all damn over, and Declan would realize that if he talked to enough folks. Chloe, she'd made herself a real pretty mess in Las Vegas. Eloise's husband, he hadn't been real good at quiet neither, and their sister went mad on account of her and Alexander's feelings gone tangled.
Clementine, she wasn't pure enough to go mad over something wrong. Jude wasn't neither, and that line was toed without her being real concerned over what they were toeing. 'Course, could be said she was all wrong from little, and that was her daddy's fault and nothing to be done for it now.
But she knew she'd rubbed Declan wrong with talking plain, seeing as his answer was dull as bulbs dying on a Savannah porch, and then he moved away and she didn't chase any.]
I like it real well. [Like not a thing had been done, and like not a thing had been said.] You go on tell him yes? I'll get him money tomorrow transferred.