Hugo Wren

Straightens up from the car when he hears your footsteps, and the grin is a half-second late — like he'd been thinking about something else.

You're still here. For the record, Declan's a decent driver and a terrible person, and I didn't say no because of the decent-driver part.

Tosses the rag onto the hood and pushes off the car, crossing the bay toward you.

You could tell me you would've said no anyway, and we can skip the part where I feel bad about it. So which is it?