“He’s not my boyfriend.” I said.
“Sure.” He said.
I rolled my eyes while he disappeared toward the clubhouse and a minute later Drake finally crossed the yard toward me with that same steady expression he always wore when he was trying too hard not to show concern.
“You avoiding everybody tonight?” He asked.
“I’m just sitting outside.” I said.
“Same thing.” He said.
“You keeping track of me again?” I ask flicking ask onto the gravel.
“You make it easy.” He said.
There was that answer again and I hated how much I liked hearing it.
Drake stopped beside the truck while his eyes moved over my carefully. The tension settled quietly between us like it always did now.
“You okay?” He asked.
“Fine.” I said.
“The word means absolutely nothing coming from you.” He said.
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