I nodded, turning my attention back to Drake, listening.

“Won’t you sit down?” Drake replied, indicating the other couch sitting kitty corner from the one where Michaels and Annie comfortably sat. Then, Drake picked up my drink and handed it to me again.

I knocked the drink from his hand, sending the glass flying across the room. It crashed loudly into a million shards as it hit the wall then fell to the floor. “I’d rather stand,” I said casually, my eyes narrowing.

“Come now, dear,” Drake replied, taking my hand into his, then looked directly into my eyes. “There’s no reason why we can’t be civil.”

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