We arrive at our destination, and as we walk up the path flanked by trees, I can’t help but admire the beauty of the property. Samuel parks outside the modern-style house. A valet opens the door, and Ian steps out before offering me his hand. Reluctantly, I take it as I step out. He shifts uncomfortably when some people look at him attentively.
"It seems they were expecting you to show up," I murmured as we climbed the steps to the double doors.
"Since my accident, I haven’t attended a gathering like this," he confesses. "In fact, the dinner at my mother’s was the first, and this is the first outside my comfort zone."
I nod and instinctively squeeze his hand, which he hasn’t let go of. Although our exchange before coming here wasn’t pleasant, I have to recognize that he needs everything
