Tally
I groaned as I grabbed my pillow and took Ambrose’s hand as he helped me out of his truck. He got some prospects to grab my bags from the back of the truck to take to his room.
“You okay, baby?” he asked, a little worried.
“Yes, just sore,” I said, and I narrowed my eyes at him as he tried really hard not to look smug. He was failing, miserably.
“I’d say I was sorry, but I’d be lying,” he said with a chuckle. I hit him with the back of my hand on his stone abs.
“Careful Butterfly, don’t hurt yourself.”
I snorted. I walked slowly into the clubhouse.
“Ha, I know that walk,” I heard a female voice shout.
I looked up and Rachel was doubled over laughing.
“Babe, don’t embarrass the girl.”
“Sorry, Tally, I just know how you feel.”
“Mom, that’s gross,” Ambrose said.
“Baby, yo
