Roberta POV
After turning the music off, I turned slightly, so I was facing Drew, while he drove. The need to see his face as I talked was important to me. Why? I have no idea, maybe because I needed to see how his reaction was as I spoke, this was going to be a hard conversation and I had no idea how I was going to say it. I sat there for a while as I studied his face. It was a nice face, but then he was my mate, so I am biased about that, he was looking out the windscreen, a frown on his face, half concentrating on his driving.
Sighing, I gathered some thoughts together and was about to speak when Drew reached out squeezed my thigh and then patted it, and returned his hand to the steering wheel.
‘Just spit it out, it can’t be that bad.’ He tried to make it sound easy, but I know bette
