Download Declan by Jenna Myles PDF. We’ve been dancing around each other for years. It’s not a dance I’m proud of. The day we met, I fell out of my chair. Now, we’re stuck in this repeating pattern: she corners me, I freeze then I bolt. I’m 33 years old and I should be able to handle a woman better than this. But when I finally work up the nerve to talk to her, I stick my foot in my mouth. Then that night, when her world is touched by violence, I firmly lodge my foot all the way into my throat.