Morgan's POV
I didn't bother about how loud my voce had been. All I did was pick up my bag and say to Winston. "I'm sorry but I have to leave." I didn't wait for his reply as I hurried out of the restaurant. He met me outside.
"What's wrong?" I shook my head.
"Just something urgent."
"Do you mind if I drive you?"
"No!" It came out hastier than I wanted it to. "No " I said again, softly this time. "You can't." He couldn't drive me home. I couldn't risk him knowing that I have kids, wouldn't let him in on that piece of information. What if he said he didn't want to see me again because of it? What if... I exhaled trying a smile and failing woefully. "I have to go. Thank you for the dinner." And I turned and left.
Since I didn't come with my car, I took a taxi instead, wishing the tax
