Adrian's eyes changed the moment he heard the name. "You're with Raf right now?" he asked.
"Yeah, I am," Zak replied. "Just a sec—don't hang up."
Adrian pulled the phone away from his ear and checked the time on the screen. His brows instantly furrowed.
Zak's with Raf. It's past midnight in New York, and Adrian doubted they were just relaxing in a hotel room. He knew what kind of places stayed open at this hour and the kind Zak usually ended up in.
Then Adrian heard Zak say, "Let's get you home, man. You're wasted."
Of course they were at a club. He expected that.
But on a weekday? That was unusual, even for Zak.
"No, I'm not going anywhere. I'm drinking. Are you calling Adrian now?" Raf's slurred voice cut in.
"Yeah."
"Lemme talk to him. Give me your phone."
"Hey, Ad. I'm at the club with Raf. He's kinda wasted and said he wants to talk to you. I'm handing the phone to him now."
Not long after, Rafael's voice came through the phone. "You must be happy, huh, Ad?"
