I struggled to find the damn cell phone Jase had given me. I was in total shock and thought there had to have been a mistake. Drake couldn't have meant to give me this kind of money. I thought he'd pay for the babysitter, and there might be a few bucks extra-this was just...unfathomable. Stuck between the couch cushions, still attached to the charger, I found the phone and lit the screen with my finger. I hunted Drake's number, but it went straight to voicemail.
"Hey, Drake, this is Gianna LeBron." God, I was such an i***t. What other Gianna would be calling him five minutes after he left. "Well, Gianna. You know who it is. Anyway, I think you gave me more than you should have. Please call me as soon as you can so I can get this back to you." I hung up and stared at the wall in front of
