Chapter 1In the four years he’d known Dr. Levi McCrea, Andrew had never once been to his home. Not for lack of trying. Oh, no, Andrew would have cut off his left nut to get an invitation into the inner sanctum. But not even McCrea’s grad assistant had that privilege. Andrew knew that for a fact. It had taken a night plying him with beer and talking his friend Charlotte into sleeping with the jerk for Andrew to find out that particular road was a dead end.
He knew the address, though. He’d hoarded it since his sophomore year at Berkeley. Dr. McCrea would probably s**t if he knew Andrew had had it that long. In spite of how much he loved to wind the professor up in class, he’d never had quite enough nerve to try a visit around his house.
Until now.
Tomorrow was graduation. After tomorrow,
