Drexter had gotten into the car, while Melanie stood, gritting her teeth in frustration. This guy had absolutely no manners.
She had imagined a dozen different versions of how the evening would go. Not a single one included Drexter Grayson.
This was supposed to be her date with Noah, not some awkward outing with a third wheel who seemed to take great pleasure in getting on her nerves.
Unfortunately, she didn't have much of a choice. Noah kept shooting her pleading looks, silently asking her to let it go.
Letting out a slow breath, Melanie climbed into the car.
The drive to the restaurant was painfully quiet, save for the soft hum of the engine and the occasional song drifting from the speakers. Melanie spent most of it staring out the window, determined to ignore the man sitting behin
