CHAPTER EIGHT
The night before dinner with Drew, I was in a very peculiar mood. State of mind. Whatever. Nina’s warning about the regret I’d feel if I didn’t at least take Drew up on this one invitation fought in my head with a childish, even irrational feeling that I didn’t want to go. It didn’t help that Emmett had shown up at the teen session that afternoon and had proceeded to ignore me. He was beginning to piss me off, which I knew to be profoundly unprofessional, and which I blamed on my apprehension over Drew’s dinner.
Anyway, instead of sleeping Wednesday night, I lay restlessly in the darkness, imagining what the dinner would be like.
Drew so obviously wanted me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was hardly inexperienced. What was new to me
