Chapter 88 Noah

• ~Joan~
• "You're good? We could turn back if you want," Aaron asked, giving my thigh a reassuring squeeze as he weaved through traffic. I swallowed hard and nodded.
• "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just dinner. I can handle it," I muttered, turning to the window, trying to calm my racing heart. Dinner with the woman who gave birth to me shouldn't make me this nervous, but it did. Maybe it was just my body's way of reacting. Aaron glanced at me as he turned the wheel effortlessly, one hand steady while the other rested on my thigh.