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Though Lighthouse Cove was the last place Declan anticipated his team would relocate him to upon his release from rehab, they didn’t do a half-bad job. It was quaint but lively. Hidden away to keep from appearing on gossip blogs but aesthetically pleasing enough to maintain the enviable Instagram presence of a so-called celebrity. The adjustment period didn’t have much of a learning curve either, and the people were pleasant enough. His agents placed him there to give him a relaxing “in-between” period before finding his next gig, but he wouldn’t be upset if his stay was longer than expected.
If there was anything similar about his tenure in Seattle and his current stint in Lighthouse Cove, it was the reliability of finding him seated on the beach with his toes in the sand during his free time. (His free time was limited before; now his schedule was wide open.) His arms were crossed on top of his knees, propping his head up as he looked out at the water. Hearing someone make themselves comfortable nearby, he raised his head and momentarily tilted his attention to the side. “You a regular around these parts, too?”
Haven’s head shot up from where it’d been buried in his book. He’d settled in barely noticing that the other was sitting nearby. But once his brain caught up with his surroundings, he offered a grin. “It’s a nice place to be,” he replied, gesturing to the tome in his hands. “Good place to read because of the uh.. peacefulness, you know?”









