Blythe's P.O.V.
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"Dimples, you gotta stop pouting," Evander practically begged.
"Have they said anything to you yet?" I asked.
"Not since the last time you asked me... four minutes ago," he replied with a sigh.
"I'm worried," I said defensively.
"I know, baby, but it's only been a couple of hours. They probably just got there," he told me.
"I don't like this," I said as I looked away from him, staring out the window of the clubhouse. "Something just feels off about it all."
"You're just worried," he said as he came up behind me. He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to face him. He smiled at me as he tucked my hair behind my ear in a loving gesture. "It's going to be okay, Dimples. The guys are gonna come back safe and sound."
