Tatum
Ford holds my hand in the back of the blacked-out Mercedes 500. He can sense something is wrong as he strokes my hand with his thumb. He feels warm to the touch and that small action is soothing me. What does my father have to announce now?
Dread fills me, every nerve ending is on edge and my heart will not stop hammering in my chest. Is this about the old man he wants me to marry? Oh, no. What if he has moved the date forward? They were going to wait until I was twenty-one but who knows with my father.
The car is sliding easily into our neighborhood. “Do you want me to come in with you, Tatum?” Ford asks, his whiskey-colored eyes enveloping me.
“I’ll be fine. He has something to tell me. It’s best I face him on my own. I hope it’s nothing to do with the arranged marriage.” Th
