Tuck lay staring at the ceiling after their third round of s*x, wondering if he was f*****g up his life and London’s when his phone chirped. He glanced at London to see if she’d noticed but she was sound asleep. He couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful she looked as he eased out of the bed, careful not to wake her, and went to find his phone.
He found it on the table in the sitting area and remembered leaving it there before carrying London to bed. After unlocking the screen, he found three messages waiting for him.
“s**t,” he muttered realizing it must have chirped while they were busy, and he’d been so engrossed in London he hadn’t even noticed. Not a good sign. All three messages were from Gizmo, the first sent a couple hours before.
Gizmo: Can you talk?
Gizmo:Gizmo: Apparently no
