Declan
At five-thirty, I pulled my Jaguar out of the hospital parking lot, headed for the gym. I had my work out equipment in the trunk, so there was no reason to go home first. That was good. I didn't want to go to the castle and face the emptiness awaiting me. Without Henley, the castle was just an empty shell.
I pulled into the parking lot a few minutes later, shoved it into park, and got out. Then I opened the trunk and took out my gym bag. I wasn't sure if I'd need it, though. I may not wait to change into my workout clothes to kick Trent's ass. I agreed to come here but I didn't say anything about not beating the sh*t out of him.
I walked in, expecting to find the place swarming with buff men working out while checking themselves out in the mirror, or women jumping around in tigh
