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It was a sunny, Thursday afternoon and Drake and the guys were all scheduled to return hopefully by Friday. Drake had called and texted as much as he could, but I understood that he was busy riding and working. I just enjoyed the time we did find to talk. Even if that included some naughty moments that included FaceTime.

“So, what’s been going on?” I ask.

Ivy raised her brows and gave me a smile. It was crazy how much she had changed over the last year. Being with Axel really brought her out of her shell.

“Just working and spending time with Axel. Wow, it sounds really lame when I say it aloud, but I am so happy,” she said, her eyes lighting up when she mentioned Axel’s name.

I completely understood how she felt. Before meeting Drake, I would have died if my life only consisted of school, work, and sitting around the apartment. But now, I have a different type of happy. Being with Drake just completes me in a way I had never thought possible.

“I totally get it. I feel the same way about Drake,” I smile. “Work has kept me busy too. I just got promoted to manager and we are even talking about having me show my designs to the owner.” I work for a small boutique store that recently opened up. I had been working at a larger-scale clothing store in the mall, but the boutique was adorable and just called to me. They sold original designs from the owner and I really admire what she had created here.

“That’s fantastic!” Ivy exclaimed. “I have started researching wedding venues and looking at possible dresses,” she gushes.

“Wow, look at us all grown up and talking about real-life things,” I joke. But seriously, I am so proud of both of us. We have both come a long way from the two naive college freshman girls we once were.

“So… do you think you guys will get engaged soon?” Ivy asks. She is so obsessed with me and Drake getting married just like her and Axel plan to.

Sighing, I run my hands through my hair. “I hope so. It is so hard to tell with Drake sometimes. I mean, I know he loves me and he has mentioned a future with me before, but we don’t really talk about engagement or marriage,” I said.

It stung to say all of this aloud, even to my very best friend. I could feel tears burning my eyes, but I fought back the emotion.

“Can I tell you a little secret?” Ivy asked, as she leaned over the table and whispered to me.

I glanced around, not sure why she was whispering, but played along anyway. “What?” I asked.

“Axel told me the other night that Drake had been acting weird. More secretive than usual. We all know he isn’t Mr. Social, but he has been talking about needing more money to buy something big,” she said, adding a sly wink at the end.

I sat back in my seat and crossed my arms across my chest. “What the hell are you talking about?” I laughed. “Drake is always secretive. He doesn’t like to talk to very many people outside of the club.”

However, the idea of him needing more money seemed to bother me too.

“Sure, but don’t you want to know what he would need more money for? Come on, Lacy. The Raven’s Bar brings in good money, we all know that. So, that means he would want a little extra money to buy something special. Like...maybe a ring?” she asks.

My heart did a little happy dance in my chest at even the possibility of Drake considering buying a ring. Could it be true? I didn’t want to jinx myself, but it wasn’t a very farfetched idea either.

“I don’t know, Ivy. I mean, I would love if that happened, but I don’t want to get my hopes up and then it not happen,” I say.

“Lacy, you know he will ask you to marry him sometime soon. We have two guys crazy about us,” she smiles.

“When did you become the positive one?” I tease, as I smack at her hand.

Ivy just laughs and then the waitress brings our lunches over. We finish talking and gossiping while we eat. When we leave, we say our goodbyes and promise to do this once a week. On my drive back to my apartment, I can’t get my conversation with Ivy out of my head. Could Drake be thinking about buying me a ring? I guess only time will tell.

Chapter 12

Drake

We finally made it to San Antonio and I couldn’t be happier to reach a destination.

I had never been to Texas before, but hot damn it is hot here. No one told me I would be sweating like a whore in church, when I got to Texas.

As I followed the large truck ahead, I took a moment to finally admire my surroundings. This entire trip I had spent my timepaying close attention to the truck I was paid to protect and the cars driving past us. Looking at the world around me just wasn’t part of the task. Now, though, I could admire my new scene. Truth be told, I had never really traveled much. Apart from heading from towns surrounding Hollow Cove, I hadn’t even been out of the state of Kentucky. Now, I was in a whole new state and I wanted to take just a minute to see what it offered. In school, I had always been a secret history buff. It wasn’t cool for me and my friends to show that we liked actually being in school, but I would research moments in history and locations where battles and wars took place. I always found it interesting to learn about the past that had created my present.

As we continued to drive, I spotted the Alamo to my right. We were in the heart of downtown San Antonio and I motioned for the guys to slow down. The tan, stone wall that acted as a barrier to the Alamo reminded just how old and precious this landmark was. Large wooden doors led to the inside of the compound and every detail I could make out seemed too intricate and detailed. I was reminded of a lesson on the Alamo from school. It had been founded in 1836 and I was shocked to see that it had withstood weather and generations. Large Spanish Moss trees lined the walls as people paid their respects. We continued on and my heart stung just a little at the notion that we wouldn’t have time to stop and take a tour. Maybe one day I could bring Lacy back here and we could really take the time to be tourists. Right now, though, I was on a job.

We traveled along the Riverwalk that housed shops and restaurants and again, people littered the area as they enjoyed the beautiful world around them. As we traveled out of downtown, I knew we were getting close to our destination.

I wiped my brow as we finally pulled up to the large warehouse where the truck was scheduled to arrive. I always wore jeans and a leather jacket when I rode, as well as my helmet, but right now, I am regretting that decision. I throw my leg over the bike and begin fanning my body.

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