Beg

Skip

THE SUN was just setting when I stepped out of my car. Feeling my stomach twisted, I forced myself to march towards the front door.

There’s no turning back, Skip.

I wanted to decline her invitation to her family dinner as it felt like I was overstepping. I’d been here before, but this time was different. I was dating Arella now, and something happened between us that quite affected her family. I didn’t know what to expect throughout the night, but I could take whatever they threw to me.

“Come in, son,” Davin, Arella’s father welcomed me with a warm smile.

I forced my words out, trying to be casual, then I shook his hand. “Thanks, Dave.”

Then his eyes landed on the bottle on my grasp. “Thank goodness! Someone brought good wine,” he chuckled, closing the door behind us. “They’re in the dining room.”

“Thought I could bring one.” I handed it to him.

Taking a deep breath, I made my way to the dining area. I heard Arella and her mother, Suzanne laughing. Then, Brett said, “So, that’s it