Chapter 89

“Or Cameron could come up. He and Marco were thinking of taking a little holiday and—”

“No, Allan, I’m driving us there or we’re not going at all.”

“You’d miss your own grandchild’s wedding because of your pride?” I tried to make eye contact with him, but he was dodging my stare. “Davinder, what’s eating you lately?”

He grumbled something I didn’t catch and began stripping back the blankets and sheets. I went to him and touched his arm. “Are you angry with me?”

When he turned to look at me, I saw his eyes were wet.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you feel right? Do you want me to call the doctor?”

“I’m fine,” he said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the floor. “I just don’t want anyone to drive us to the wedding, that’s all.”