Chapter 29

“Fuck,” Jim mutters.

Alan rests his head on the door beside Jim’s and reaches for the phone in his back pocket. “I should’ve put this damn thing in my jacket.”

Jim tucks his fingers into the waistband of Alan’s trousers. The touch is ticklish against Alan’s lower back. “We’ll put it there now. Who is it?”

“Cock-blocking Brooks,” Alan guesses.

That earns a snicker from Jim. He lets Alan stand back to read the text.

K.

Alan fights the urge to throw the damn phone across the hall. K?That’s it? That’s all it took to interrupt them? Just as we were finally getting somewhere, too.

“Your nephew?” Jim asks. “Everything okay?”

Alan shows him the screen. “Fine. Thanks, Brooks. Way to kill the mood.”

Taking the phone from Alan, Jim silences it, then pushes away from the closet. Alan moves back as he opens the door and, without even looking, tosses the phone inside. “We’ll find it later,” Jim says, shutting the door again. “Now, where were we?”