Harley’s P.O.V.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his epic entry.

“Depends! Are you gonna attack my friend?”

Derek’s grin widened, beaming into his face.

“No, I don’t dare, Whisker! You are so scary.”

I rolled my eyes and tossed him a bar towel. “Trust me, your new version is disgusting. I miss my cute, innocent friend.”

“Oh, come on, Whisker. You like my look!” He said, catching the towel effortlessly. “Admit it. I look like the baddies in our college!”

I shook my head, refraining from answering his query.

“Sit down, detective. Before you embarrass both of us!”

Derek sat on a stool, glancing around the bar like he...