Drake's hands were casually in his pockets, but his gaze flicked from their joined hands to Guy's smirk. "I saw you were busy with the ladies. Gave you time to shine. So… Gi… I presume."
Guy stepped forward with a practiced smile. "Yes, but everyone calls me Guy."
"I came house-hunting with Queen," Drake said. "I have to check on her though, make sure she doesn't bankrupt me." He forced a chuckle.
Chay laughed, a bit awkward but genuine. She waved him off, but her mind buzzed with questions. Why did he keep looking at Guy like he was inspecting a new competitor in a race no one had announced?
*****
Queen and Drake stood near the edge of the hall, where a tablet-wielding assistant had just confirmed their interest in one of the luxury properties. It was clean, minimalist, and big enough to impress Queen, though Drake was more concerned about whether it would inspire an overdraft.
