Drew

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The drive back to my apartment was quiet. Olivia's hand was on my knee as I drove, but we didn't talk. I pulled into the garage, throwing the car into park. I looked over at Olivia, and she smiled warmly. I took her hand in mine, kissing the back of it. "I have to go talk to Poppy, Liv."

She nodded, sighing. "I'll go back to my place. I don't want to be an issue." She leaned over, kissing me. "You know you're welcome to come over later. I love you." She slid out of my car and into hers.

I pulled my phone out, dialing Poppy's number. She answered on the third ring. 

"I told you I'm not staying with the two of you, Andrew." And she hung up on me.

I slammed my fist against the steering wheel, shaking my head. Poppy was the most difficult, hard-headed person I'd ever known. She knew just how to infuriate me, which is what she was doing now. And she knew that. I sent her a text before leaving the parking garage.

Max's Taphouse. No girlfriend. Drinks? xx Drew.

I didn't wait for her response, I simply headed that way. If she wouldn't meet me there, I'd go to her hotel. I wasn't going to let Poppy stay in an unfamiliar city on her own. I had promised her a place to stay, and that's what I was going to give her. 

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