Page 50 of Coming Up Roses

“It’s in your bag. I gathered everything up when I woke up a few minutes ago. I guess we all fell asleep.”

“Thanks, Drake,” I tell him as I try to haul myself up off the couch.

This baby bump, I swear it gets bigger every day. After watching me struggle for a few moments, Drake extends his hand to help me up, chuckling all the while.

“Thanks, asshole,” I snap, even though we both know I’m not mad. I’d laugh too if I were him.

We walk out to his truck, and he holds my bag for me as I climb up into the cab. There’s something to be said for Southern men.

We’re silent on the quick drive to my house, both too tired to make small talk, but when I go to get out the truck, Drake stops me. “Hey, Myla?”

“Yeah?” I ask him as I hop down from the truck.

“Cash is a good guy. Give him a chance.”

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