Page 2 of Agony of Our Regret

“Yup.” Luca shot me a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

I lifted a brow. “Lie.”

“Okay, Sky.” He huffed a laugh.

“I don’t need an ability to know that wasn’t the truth.”

He took my crumpled napkin and shoved it in his pocket so he could take my hand. “Let’s just try to get through today, love.”

I narrowed my eyes and glanced at Gavin, who stared at the floor and looked more than a little relieved when the doors opened, and he was free to hurry out.

“Tonight?” I tugged on Luca’s elbow when he tried to leave, and he sighed.

“Yeah, tonight.”

Great. The unshared news was going to hang over me all day, distracting me when I was supposed to be proving I was well enough to return to work.

“Just a heads up. Everyone will ask how you’re doing or feeling or healing.”

Luca led us outside where Gavin was standing next to a taxi. Our destination was only a few blocks away.

“We can walk,” I said.

“Just give me this,” Gavin practically begged.

I wanted to protest, but it wasn’t a battle worth fighting. They were freaked out. Even though I was basically fine, much better than I should have been, they worried. Not just about me.

Their hovering bordered on smothering, but I understood. I would allow it for a little while longer until I could prove I was back to normal—though I’d have to stop throwing up long enough to get through that argument.

I slid across the backseat, and they got in on either side of me.

“No one knows about your other news. Just the accident,” Luca continued.

“And they also know it wasn’t that bad?” I looked at the driver, emphasizing what I couldn’t say.

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Good.” I didn’t want or need extra concern. The fewer people who paid attention to me, the better. Discreetly running to the restroom twenty times a day without my coworkers gawking and checking on me was going to be hard enough.

Exhaustion tookon a new meaning lately. I thought I knew tired, but I was wrong. I could barely keep my eyes open in the elevator as it rose to our floor.

“I knew it was too soon.” Luca rubbed my shoulder as I rested my head against his chest.

“I’m fine,” I said through a yawn.

“Maybe you should do half days for now or every other day in the office,” Gavin suggested.

“I was fine until we left. It’s like my body knows it's close to bed and is shutting down.”

Luca chuckled and guided me down the white tiled hall to our door. “Then let’s get you there.”

I leaned into him while Gavin used his key to let us in. I saw the sofa and changed my goal. “I just want to lie down there.”

“Are you sure?” Luca asked, but I was already halfway across the room.

I should probably change into something more comfortable, but the promise of being horizontal was too tempting. I flopped down and let out a sigh.

“She’s sure,” Gavin teased.

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