"What the hell are you doing here? Where's your wife?" Juno demanded the moment he stepped inside Drake’s apartment. His tone was sharp, relentless. "You just vanished from the party—and so did Sam. Did you take her home? Why are you here, sulking?"
He’d noticed the couple’s absence during the celebration and had searched for Drake around campus, only to come up empty. There was only one place he could think of where Drake might retreat when something was bothering him—and sure enough, here he was.
When Juno knocked, Drake answered almost immediately, but there was no usual smirk, no biting remark. Just a brooding silence.
Juno’s gaze landed on the bottles of beer lined up on the table—three empty, a fourth already halfway gone. He didn’t need to ask. He knew exactly what this meant. Dr
