BZZZ, BZZZ, BZZZ.
His pager! Crap!
Zach rolled out of bed and hit the floor running. Where did he put that stupid thing? He dug around in his jeans pocket and pulled it out.
He was supposed to start at noon today. What had happened?
We’re short staffed and another accident on the freeway.
Shit!
“Whassup?”
Dylan’s groggy voice sounded, and Zach turned to open the drawers next to his bed, pulling out fresh underwear and socks.
“Emergency at work. I was supposed to start at twelve, but they’ve called me in early.”
“Oh, okay.” Dylan turned away and tucked the blankets tighter around him. Zach frowned and stared at those strong shoulders for a moment and forced himself to slow down.
Zach rolled his eyes.
I don’t really have time for this.
He took a deep breath, put the underwear dow
