Chapter 28
Three o’clock in the morning was never a good time for the phone to ring. Except for the time Jack had called to tell him he was getting divorced, it never heralded anything good.
Tom would never tell Jack how his heart had flipped in his chest when he’d learned the wicked witch of the south had finally overplayed her hand.
But now Jack was his lover as well as his best friend, and Tom was happier than he’d ever been in his life. He even had children, of his heart if not of his body.
So when the phone rang, shattering the quiet stillness of the predawn hours and jerking Tom out of a sound sleep, he stared at it as if it was a living thing that might attack at any moment before doing a fast tally. Jack, the man he loved more than he’d ever thought it was possible to love some
