“Do you really have to meet them?” He wrote, then paused to give me a glance. “I’d like to finish what we were doing.”
“I agree.” I said, “We do have a lot to talk about. But first, let me see my parents. There must be a reason they’re here.”
Gideon was reluctant and I couldn’t tell if he just didn’t want to let me go or he didn’t want me to meet my parents.
“I’ll go with you.” Gideon told me and I gave a small nod as Gideon picked up his jacket and followed me out.
His lips were pursed into a thin line, worry flickered through his eyes and I was almost tempted to touch him just to figure out what he was thinking or why he seemed so tense.
Was it because I said we needed to talk?
Or was it something else?
Father and mother were waiting in the living room of the mansion’s main wi
