Chapter Sixteen
Lela’s heart dropped into her stomach. “That doesn’t sound good.”
“Why?”
“Because usually it’s followed by a break-up… which I guess isn’t applicable here since we aren’t together, so…” She watched as he poured them each a glass of wine.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” he said as he took his seat across from her.
“About breaking up? Shouldn’t we be together first?” she joked.
“Lela.” He took a swallow of the wine in his glass.
“What?” She was shielding her heart with humor, but he saw through her tactics. She lowered her eyes to her plate in another attempt at avoidance.
“Look at me. Please.”
She met his eyes, which radiated pain and worry. “What is it, Nathan?” She steeled herself for bad news. These kinds of conversations never came with good news.
