#Chapter221
/"Dinner first, that after. There’s something else…/" The pang of nerves hits me in the stomach like a kick again and that little shiver of anticipation that this is a bad idea. Arrick, as always, in tune to me, senses the change and the crease of concern hits that perfect brow.
/"What’s wrong?/" He catches my chin and turns my nose to his, a hairs breadth apart so he can study my face and try and work out why I am being cagey. /"What is it?/" He looks immediately worried and I kiss his nose, untangling from him with a breezy smile that’s supposed to lighten the tension, but I can’t hold it for long. Walking to the counter I pick up the letter, bring it back and hand it to him, my own brow creased in sheer uncertainty. I can’t even formulate what I need to say and know the letter will do it so much better. Hands clammy and heart pounding through my chest as faint fear gets me right in the gut.
