Chapter One Hundred and Eleven
Abby took the phone, looking down at the screen, she read the text message. Her eyes flew back to Drake. “Really? Come see them for yourself!”
Owen laughed, leaning back against the wall. The humor of the moment had relaxed him enough that he wasn’t as focused on Abby. He shook his head, leave it to his mate to shut Eli up with a text that would have him running over here.
Abby tucked her phone into her purse and glared up at Drake. “He’s got a show tonight. He needs to be focused on that and you sent him that message? He’s going to leave the show.”
“Trust me, if you’re getting that text from him the concert is already over and he’s had a great night.” Drake smirked down at her. “He’s probably had too much to drink and is ready to fuck.”
“Drake, we’re a
