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“You talked at the wedding? When? Where was I?”
I can tell by the look in Drake’s eye that he’s remembering exactly what happened the night we met. And the morning after. And just how little talking we actually did.
Swallowing, I look away from him to Hannah. “Toward the end of the night at the reception. We were both sitting at the bar, and I’m pretty sure you were humping Brad on the dance floor.”
Hannah grabs a fry and tosses it at me. I duck and stick my tongue out at her.
“We did more than talk,” Drake adds.
Is he crazy? I give him a look before turning back toward Hannah. “What he means is we also danced.”
The frown on Hannah’s face is too cute. “But you don’t dance.”
Drake unwraps his silverware and lays his napkin on his lap. “Abigail is a great dancer. Although it took some convincing to get her out there.”
Hannah lifts a brow. Abigail? she mouths, watching me.
I shrug, but I can tell from her side-eye that she’s not buying my brush-off.
“Well, it’s a good thing you two met, because you’ll be seeing Abby a lot.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” Drake smiles.
Just then, Hannah’s pager goes off. She looks down at it, then stands up and grabs her tray. “Gotta go. I’ve got babies who want to come into this world.”
“Are we still on for tomorrow night?” I holler as she walks away.
She spins around but keeps walking. “You, me, wine, and pizza. I wouldn’t miss it.”
I watch her quick retreat for a moment, and when I turn back to my tray, Drake is watching me. He’s got one arm resting on the table and the other draped around the back of the chair Hannah just vacated.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” he asks.
“You know what.”
Drake laughs and shakes his head. “You’re so prickly today. It’s sorta turning me on.”
My jaw drops open. “Drake,” I admonish.
“Abigail,” he mocks before sobering his features. “We need to talk about what happened between us.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. We had se—” I stop myself and look around, making sure no one is too close. Then I lower my voice and continue. “We had sex. Really great sex. And then I left.”
“Phenomenal sex.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine, yes, phenomenal sex. Mind-blowing sex. Better?”
“Much.”
“But we agreed it was a one-time thing.”
“It doesn’t have to be. You live here now. There’s no reason we can’t see where this thing between us goes.”
“There is no thing between us. There can’t be. Because I’m only here for six weeks.”
That causes his smile to disappear. “Six weeks?”
