Drake reached over and squeezed my hand. “Don’t be. They loved you last time and they only spent a couple hours with you at a crowded party. They ask me all the time if I’m treating you right. Especially Drea.”
“You’re lucky to have her for your little sister. She seemed really sweet, but I can easily picture Drea pestering you about me. She was very excited by the idea of you bringing a girlfriend home.”
“Keep that in mind when she pounces on you. She can’t wait to see you again. She’s threatened to tell you all sorts of embarrassing stories about me growing up, so be prepared,” Drake warned.
“Does she have baby pictures to go with these stories? Ones with your naked butt in them?” I joked.
“You don’t need photos for that. You can see my ass anytime you want,” he offered.
I leveled a flirtatious glance his way. “How about now?” The car swerved to the side of the road as he started to pull over. “No, wait! Save it for later, lover boy. We don’t have time right now, but I definitely want a rain check on that offer for tonight.”
“Like I said, Alexa. Any time you want.”
We arrived at the airport just in time for me to help Dad get everything ready for takeoff. Drake brought our luggage onto the plane and called his parents to let them know when we’d be there. As he talked to them, he waved a hand in my direction and pointed at the doors before he walked outside. We were just finishing up when he strode back inside with an unhappy look on his face. I walked over to him to make sure nothing was wrong with his family.
“Hey, everything okay? Has there been a change in plans on their end?” I asked.
Drake roughly ran his hand through his hair as he pocketed his phone. He gave me a reassuring smile and pulled me into a hug. “Not exactly. Nothing’s changed with the weekend in Connecticut, but my mom offered to do a favor for one of her friends. And you’re not going to like it.”
“Why? If we still get to hang out, then why would it matter to me if your mom is helping a friend?”
“Her friend’s daughter wants to come home for the weekend, too. When my mom mentioned that I was taking a charter home, she asked if there was room on board for her daughter to join me.”
I pulled away from Drake so I could look him in the eyes. “No, please don’t say it was Sasha’s mom.”
“Yeah, baby, it was. I am so sorry. I had no idea this was going to happen, and my mom is clueless about what a pain in the ass Sasha has been. I didn’t want to bother her with it and cause problems between our moms.”
I took a step away to pull myself together. Drake knew how much I disliked Sasha because she was always such a bitch to me while she flirted with him right in front of me. I didn’t appreciate the bombshell he’d just dropped, but it wasn’t like it was his fault. Before I could answer, I heard a car door slam outside and her voice call out for Drake.
“Yay! I’m so excited to go home with you this weekend, Drake,” she cooed at him. She turned to look at me, acting like she didn’t recognize me. “I have bags in the car that you can put on the plane. Be very careful with them. They’re expensive.”
“Sasha, cut it out!” Drake snapped at her. “You can get your own bags onto the plane.”
“But, Drake. They’re so heavy. Besides, having someone to help with things like that is one of the perks of flying privately,” she whined.
“Well, it isn’t your flight. It’s mine and Alexa’s. And she doesn’t need to help you with anything. You’re her guest on the plane. Tell her thank you for letting you tag along and go get your stuff,’ he ordered in a hard tone.
“Fine,” she huffed. “Your mom mentioned that they booked the flight through her dad. I just figured she was working and was going to let her do her job. But if you’re going to be that way, I’ll play nice.”
She didn’t bother with the apology as she stomped back to her car and pulled out four suitcases. I watched her struggle with them and realized that it was going to take forever if she had to get them on board by herself. I nudged him in her direction. “This is ridiculous. Go help her with the bags.”
Sasha practically squealed in delight when she realized Drake was helping her. I could hear her chattering on about his muscles as he brought three of the bags over while she rolled one of them beside her. I turned toward my dad, who had joined me, and explained the situation. We needed to update the flight plan since we had an unexpected passenger.
“Want to ride in back with them instead?” he asked as he watched Sasha flirt with Drake.