Chapter 31: Care?

After an evening steeped in business talk and subtle tensions, my family bid their goodbyes first. My grandfather lingered a bit longer, discussing our marriage with Regan, his eyes twinkling with something I couldn’t quite place.

"Take good care of her, Regan," my grandfather said, patting him on the back.

"I will, sir," Regan replied.

As my grandfather left, Regan and I followed, walking out of the restaurant.

We approached the car, and I felt an itch spreading across my skin. I frowned and tried to ignore it, not wanting to embarrass myself in front of Regan. I mentally ran through the dishes we had, wondering if I had accidentally eaten something with nuts, my known allergen.

We got into the car, and as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I began rubbing my arms to lessen the itchiness. I mentally cursed when I saw my arms getting red and red splotches on my skin.

"Shit" I murmured and looked for my coat, discreetly covering my arms.