Bethany nodded. “I’m good. It’s passed now, but food sounds great.”
“Okay, I can do that. But don’t move. At all, not an inch.”
When he was gone, she looked back at the girls. “Food helps?”
“Dude, we were trying to keep you from getting in trouble for talking about banging. We all remember how happy Drake was when he found out Jen fed you bedroom advice like it was Halloween candy,” Jacque said sarcastically. She wasn’t wrong. Drake had not been pleased. Bethany had found out just how possessive and private he was.
Forty-five minutes later, Drake came back in, pushing a cart laden with food. Sandwiches, salad, grilled chicken, rice, vegetables, and pickles. “Ohh, pickles.” Bethany eyed the large jar. She’d turned out to be one of those pregnant chicks that loved pickles. Leave it to he
