"She's been at it for hours," Nash told Avery. He stood leaning back against the refrigerator, his thumbs hooked through his jeans. "Her phone's been going off for just as long."

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here." You looked up from the cupcakes you where icing to narrow your eyes at Nash. "Yes ma'am." Nash smiles wide and slow. "Drake is gone,' Avery told you. "I took care of it."

"Im supposed to take care of you." You shoved your hair out of your face. "Stop looking at me like that, Avery. I'm not going to break." "Course not, darlin'," Nash said from his spot.

"You.." you looked at him. "You shut up." Avery has never heard you tell someone to shut up in her life. "Shutting up now." Nash picked up a cupcake and took a bite out of it like it was an apple. "For what it's worth, I vote for red velvet next." You turned your back to Avery. "Salted caramel it is."