A look of shock filled his eyes as they widened, while he asked me, “Next weekend is your birthday?”
Biting my bottom lip, I shook my head yes, while Chance let out a growl of what sounded like frustration, before he threw his head back against the headrest of his seat, making me wonder what was wrong.
His hands moved to his face, facepalming it, telling me that something was clearly upsetting him, as he took a deep breath, before saying to me, “Of all the weekends you could be turning of age.”
“Is there something wrong with next weekend?” I asked him, as I wondered why my birthday being next weekend was an issue for him.
Sliding his hands down his face, he admits to me, “I have a business meeting in Freedom Port that weekend. I would cancel, but it took me forever to put this deal t
