C48 CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT

He pulls away before I can make contact. My heart cinches and I’m not sure if it’s because he pulled away or because I saw the flash of pain in his eyes about his dad’s loss.

“We’re here.” He straightens in his seat and I see that we’re pulling up to a well-lit hotel with a line of limos and expensive towncars waiting at the curb.

I want to ask more about his father