Drake
Drake’s parents stayed at Nate and Emma’s only a couple days. He had opted to stay at a hotel in town.
He couldn’t shake the sensation that he didn’t need them in his life. He’d done fine so far. But what if Emma was right? What if the last thing he did was cause her more pain before she died?
Maybe that wasn’t worth it. Maybe his pride wasn’t worth doing that to Emma.
Or maybe, for once, he would have to accept doing things his own way and in his own time.
Actually, Emma would have to accept that.
He bored himself watching daytime talk shows because his stupid pride kept him from going back to Bella Acres to claim his briefcase he’d left beside their front door.
Work would have to wait.
He finally received a phone call from Emma stating he had to return to Bella Acres and that they were gone.
He made her promise they were.
Finally, he had something he could make her promise.
He didn’t ask if Stefanie had returned yet.
Thinking about that dark-haired, blue-eyed Rourke woman about drove him nuts. He wanted to touch her and kiss her, but his footing around her wasn’t stable. Drake dealt in numbers, and Stefanie was anything but quantifiable.