Chapter 80

DRAKE Nathan is shrugging on his jacket by the time I walk into his office. There was a time when he would have worked until at least seven, but now that he has Mel and Luke to rush home to, he’s eager to leave after a mere ten-hour day. I can’t blame him for that, even though I’m likely to be working until midnight. I want him to have that freedom. It’s one of the reasons I agreed to come back from Chicago. Glad I caught him, I hold up the bottle of Scotch. “You have time for a quick drink?” His eyes scan the label, and he smirks. “You brought the good stuff, huh? You either had a great day or a really shitty one.” With a sigh, I take a seat on the sofa in the corner of his office while he grabs a couple of glasses. He hangs his jacket back up, and I appreciate the gesture. It means he has time for me, and that will never not matter. “So which is it?” he asks, sitting opposite me and placing a pair of empty crystal tumblers on the table. I pour us each a generous measure while Nathan