Chapter Fifty-Seven

“Honestly, I can understand if the poor child panics at this point,” Papa said after how quiet the kitchen had become after Arianna rushed out then her mother and Tommy left to follow her. “Your mother can fucking overwhelm anyone, and she’s just a girl.”

Eric was on his feet and he would have run after her, too, if he didn’t remember the panic in her eyes, the fear and confusion marring her whole face, and the pain that was in her voice when she begged to be alone. So he wasn’t sure if he should follow her.

Instead, he closed his eyes and lowered his head.

“Am I doing the right thing?” he asked the two men quietly. “Or am I pushing her too much? Rushing her relentlessly?”

“There is no such thing as rushing to a man when he wants a woman,” his father replied. And Eric turned to him, thinking he was still making light of the mood, but he was seriously looking up at him from where he sat across the table from him. “Ask Castro here. It’s good to see that his own rush twenty-five years ago