Olivia
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.”
Nathan fanned at my face with a folded napkin. The cool air was a relief, but for the tenth time already, I offered him a weak smile and shook my head.
“I’m fine, really,” I lied. “My legs just got a little weak, that’s all.”
And for the tenth time, Nathan narrowed his eyes at me and pursed his lips. “I think we should get you home. You look pale.”
Home. I could accept that—anything to get away from this luncheon, away from Dan and his biting words and his digging fingers. But I didn’t feel right leaving Clarissa here with him. Not after the way he had dragged her away suddenly.
“Can we at least check on Clarissa?” I whispered. “I’m worried—”
“Liv.” Nathan leaned in closer and lowered his voice. His blue-green eyes seemed to fl
