I shuddered at the thought of being stuck with her for a couple hours. “No way! I’ve had about as much of Sasha as I can take. Let Drake suffer alone during the flight. It was his mom who invited her along.”

My dad chuckled as he walked away from me. I was glad someone was enjoying the situation because I certainly didn’t find it amusing. It wasn’t a great start to what I had hoped would be a romantic weekend.

I let my dad handle getting our passengers settled for takeoff and just shook my head at Drake when I walked past him. We could talk about it after we’d landed and she wasn’t there listening. There was no way in hell I was going to let her know how much she irritated me because it would make her too happy.

****

I wrapped up everything in the cockpit when we landed, allowing plenty of time for Drake and my dad to help Sasha and her ridiculous amount of luggage off the plane before I got off. My dad was heading farther up the coast to pick up another booking, so I gave him a hug and took some time to chat with him before heading outside.

“Good luck with that one,” he said as we were saying our goodbyes.

“I won’t need luck, Dad. It’s not like I’m spending the weekend with her. I just have to put up with her on the flights. That’s all.”

“I hope you’re right, but I expect she’ll do her best to tag along as much as possible,” he warned before getting back on the plane.

When I walked outside, Drake was standing next to the limo. Sasha wasn’t anywhere in sight, and he must have gotten our luggage into the trunk already. The car doors were closed, and I didn’t see the driver either.

“So, that was fun,” I said.

He shook his head as he strode towards me. “I hope you mean that, baby, because I have more bad news. Sasha’s riding with us to my parents. Her mom’s waiting there to pick her up instead of meeting us here.”

“Seriously? Gah, that really sucks. I could ignore her on the plane because I was busy, but now I’m going to be stuck riding in the car with her, too?”

“I wish I could say April Fools or something, but I can’t. Promise I will do my best to make this up to you. And I will book a car for her myself if I have to for Sunday.”

He wrapped his arms around me as he spoke. From the comfort of his embrace, it didn’t sound that bad. It was a relatively short car ride. I just had to survive twenty minutes with her and then I’d have time with Drake.

“I’ll add that promise to my rain check to see your ass. I’m sure I’ll think of something you can do to make it up to me.”

He groaned in my ear. “Fuck, baby. The last thing I want is anyone else in the car with us, let alone Sasha. I was looking forward to all the naughty things I could talk you into doing in the back of a limo.”

“It’s good to know I won’t suffer alone then. You can picture everything I would have let you do to me as we’re stuck behaving while she’s with us instead.”

“Shit, don’t torture me like that,” he said as he led me back to the limo and helped me inside. He sat next to me and pulled me close to his body, like he was trying to place a wall around me for protection. I relaxed against his warmth and ignored Sasha’s chattering the whole way there. She didn’t try to draw me into the conversation, and Drake leaned over to kiss the top of my head several times throughout the drive. Each kiss was a reminder that he was talking to her while thinking about me.

The drive to his parents’ had seemed so short during the last trip, but it seemed to take forever this time. Sasha just kept flirting with Drake the entire way. It didn’t matter to her that he didn’t flirt back or that I was practically sitting in his lap. I wasn’t sure why, but she didn’t seem fazed one little bit by our relationship. I didn’t know if I should be irritated or impressed by her persistence. The girl certainly had guts, even though she had no clue that her behavior was more likely to piss Drake off than attract him.

By the time we arrived, I had a raging headache that was most likely caused by the combination of Sasha’s perfume and nonstop talking.

Drake got out of the car first and then helped me out. “Gonna be okay?”

I rubbed my temples tiredly and shielded my eyes from the sun. “Not sure. Can you grab my bag first? My migraine medicine is in my makeup bag.”

“Sure, baby. Go sit down on the porch, and I’ll get you whatever you need. There are some chairs in the shade,” he whispered as he pulled his sunglasses off and gently placed them over my eyes.

Sasha had climbed out of the car while we were talking. “Drake, can you help me with my bags?” she asked.