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What If?

Sicily

She still hadn't answered his text from the day before. The honest truth of it was that she didn't know how to. Tugging on her yoga pants and leaning over her bed, she pulled the text up again.

Drake: What if... just what if... my question earlier was to try and get you to join my team in solving this mystery? What if I'm actually a pretty decent guy and the type that says exactly what he means? Like, no mincing words or any of that shit? What if you just don't know me well enough yet? Sicily... what if?

"Yeah, what if?" she grumbled and fell forward, flopping down on her bed accidentally. A growl left her and she rolled on her back before throwing her legs in the air and trying to wiggle into the pants.

Lisa stopped by the door and snorted. "Um, you need some help?"

"Go away. I'm trying to get these on and someone washed them in hot water."

"They're yoga pants, Sis. They are supposed to look like someone painted them on you."

"Then never mind." Sicily ripped them from the midd
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