“You’re not going to answer it?” Adam’s fingers began to trail along Noah’s arm. “If they’re calling this late, they want something. If I don’t answer, I can pretend I was sleeping.” Noah mulled that over while Adam’s phone vibrated three more times, then stopped, before starting once more. On the third attempt, Noah said, “I don’t think they’re going away.” Adam blew out a breath through his nose like an angry bull, crawling to the foot of the bed to fish his phone from his jeans pocket. “What?” he growled into the phone. “I’m busy, can’t this wait?” Noah could hear a tinny sounding voice
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