Pulling up to the manor a little past the mark he said they would arrive, Phoenix cursed softly. He winced, hoping that his girlfriend’s father would not try to shoot him for being a few minutes late. He felt her hand on his forearm and glanced over at her.
Her blonde hair was coming loose from the style his mother put it in, but the windswept look was good on her. Her cheeks were still slightly red from the cold, and her eyes were sparkling happily as she gazed at him. She smiled, “It’s not your fault we are a little late, Phoenix. There was an accident. Neither of us could have predicted that happening.”
“I know, I know,” he breathed out. “I just feel like I let him down.”
“No, you’re trying too hard,” she replied. Undoing her seatbelt, she leaned over to kiss his cheek. “You’re doing
