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“They’re leaving tomorrow,” Drake said.“I can’t stand to have them in our home and around you.”
She nodded.“I agree.I want them to be gone, too, and I never want to see them again.I regret letting them come here.”
Drake rubbed her back.“Let’s get up to our room.We’ll shower and then cuddle.How does that sound?”
“Wonderful.”
He helped her out of the pool and into one of the robes they kept in the bathroom.He donned his own and then wrapped an arm around her waist, leading her up the back stairs to their bedroom.
Within thirty minutes, they were in bed, and he was wrapped around her.His grip was tight, but she didn’t complain.She needed to feel the security she only found in his arms.
Chapter Eight
The next morning, thethree women stood in the entryway by the front door.She wanted them to go away as quickly as possible so her life could get back to normal.
“Why can’t you just sign the fucking papers?”Aubrey asked.
“Drake said for me to wait,” Camila said.
“For what?”Penelope asked.
“I’m not sure.He’d said he’d have me sign them and then fax them to the lawyer.”Camila knew that wasn’t going to happen, but they didn’t.
The sisters glanced at each other.
“How about you fax them to us?”Aubrey said.
Camila nodded.“I think that would be okay.Do you have your bags packed?”
“Are you trying to get rid of us?”Aubrey said and laughed.
Camila kept quiet.
“Our bags are ready to go,” Penelope said.“They’re already out on the front porch.Your bastard of a husband didn’t give us a choice.”
Camila had nothing to say.She was glad Drake was kicking them out.
