"Enough talk." Noah got up, not letting go of my hand. His pull made me have to get up too.
"What's the rush?" Mr. Adam protested. "Let Casey talk to us. I want to hear more about her and her family."
Noah ignored his dad. He kept pulling me away.
"See you, Mr. Adam, Rebecca."
Noah led me out of the villa and into the vineyard. He didn't say a word, just kept walking. I looked down at my hand, which he was still holding.
"Why do you hate your dad so much?" I asked.
"I don't," he replied shortly. The way he said it showed he was holding something back.
"If you don't hate him, then why do you always try to bail on conversations with him? I mean, can't you guys just hang out like family…?"
Noah cut me off. "Can your mom and dad hang out with you after their divorce?"
His question was
