DRAKE
My feet tap against the carpeted limo floors, impatient, checking my phone for any news. It’s only been fifteen minutes since they’ve left. Each minute Avery is alone with that leech is one too long. Jude’s withering observation doesn’t escape my notice, but I ignore him checking my phone again.
“What’s going on with you and Avery?” He remains neutral and calm, no accusations, only curiosity. He’s taken longer than I thought to ask. I was expecting it when I hired her.
“Nothing.” I keep it simple, my leg bouncing, anxiety tearing through me like a wrecking ball. I knew Avery Summers would be my downfall the moment I dared open her file. Hard to believe it’s been almost a year since then.
“Bullshit, Drake,” Jude snorts, knowing me too well, a downfall of being friends for nearly t
