“Come home with me.”
We’re outside the restaurant. Lindsay already headed back to her mom’s place, though not before receiving my assurance that I was fine to ride with Kieran.
She was thrilled, of course. She seems more convinced than ever that we’re a match made in Heaven.
“I can’t,” I tell Kieran.
“I don’t care about the stupid ground rules. We’ll figure it out later. Just come with me.”
“It’s not that.” Of course, it isn’t that; those were always his rules, not mine. “My mom isn’t doing well, Kieran. I need to be there for her.”
His expression instantly morphs into one of concern. “Didn’t you say her treatment would be over by now? Shouldn’t she be feeling better?”
“It could just be lingering side effects from the chemo. I have a bad feeling about it, though. We’ll know more at
