Rachel's POV
I knew about twenty minutes into the meal that I'd made a mistake.
Not sitting with Vincent, that part I could manage. The mistake was the food, I'd ordered what I wanted without thinking too hard about consequences, and the consequences were now making themselves known in the familiar tight cramping that started just below my ribs and worked its way down.
I've had this problem before. Certain combinations and spices always made my stomach upset. I knew the pattern well enough to know that the smartest thing was to get home, take something, and lie down.
I set my napkin on the table and reached for my bag. I needed to leave before I made a mess of myself.
"What’s going on?” Vincent asked.
I shook my head slightly, "Nothing, I have something I need to do.”
“Does your
