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Dreadful Drew knows the perfect way to end an awesome week.

ILYB. Four letters that say and mean so damn much.

As if waking up snuggled in bed beside him every morning for all five days wasn’t enough. Now this.

“We’re waiting,” Dekker says in a sing-song voice when I walk back, bury my face in the flowers, and draw in a huge breath.

“Who are they from?” Chase adds, looking over my shoulder at the card. “ILYB?”

“ILYB?” Dekker says looking at me and then Chase again. “Oh. Oh.” She looks back at me. “I love you, Brexton?”

“Yep. They’re from my boyfriend,” I say as I pick up the vase and head toward my desk, noting that their mouths have just dropped open. “Drew Bowman.”

And when I turn on my heel to their shocked gasps, I meet the eyes of my dad across the room and smile when he winks at me.

I know I have only seconds before the barrage of questions start so I get a good head start into my office before they do.

But no such luck. They look like Cinderella’s evil stepsisters as they fight each other to get through my door and talk to me first.

“Drew? Drew? That Drew?” Dekker asks with an incredulous look on her face.

“It’s the only Dreadful Drew there is,” Chase answers for me.

“How did this happen? How is it possible? I mean—”

“What Dekker means is holy shit, you’re dating Drew?” Chase continues.

“That’s exactly what I mean,” Dekker says with a nod, “except for my comment would have had a lot more curse words in it.”

“True. She does cuss a lot more than we do,” Chase says.

“Are you two done?” I ask. “Because I’m curious why you barged your way in here when it’s clear I don’t even need to be part of this conversation.”

“Lennox,” Chase says. “We need to tell Lennox. Does she know?” she asks, turning to look at me.

“Of course she doesn’t know,” Dekker says. “If she knows and we don’t, then we’d have to kick her ass for not telling us.”

They both laugh and then it slowly fades when they realize they are so caught up in the excitement of finding out who I’m dating that they aren’t letting me talk.

“This is serious, isn’t it?” Dekker asks me.

“I love him.” Saying those words out loud has chills chasing over my skin.

“Oh. My. God,” Chase says dramatically as she plops into the seat in front of me. “I’ve never seen you this sure of being in love before. Are you sure, sure?” she asks as if I’d just told her I was abducted by aliens.

“She’s definitely sure,” Dekker says.

“And how would you know?” Chase asks her.

Dekker turns to me with tears welling in her eyes and awe in her voice.

“Because when you know, you know . . . and Brexton here, knows.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

DREW

I SCRAMBLE.