Bobby's eyes fluttered open, only to be met with a searing headache. The events of the previous day slowly seeped into his consciousness, and he found himself in a dimly lit, cold, holding cell. The scent of the bleach and the sterile atmosphere added to his discomfort.
He was angry, but not at anyone other than himself. He knew better, yet he had done something that would have severe consequences. Now, he would have to deal with the fallout personally and professionally. That would include trying to repair his friendship with Jake. Bobby knew that word had gotten to him of his actions, and Jake would be furious with him.
Buddy walked into the holding area. He was grinning as he carried two cups of coffee.
“Good morning, cupcake. How ya feelin’?” Buddy smirked.
Bobby groaned, “Like I
