Lincoln lingered outside the bathroom door much longer than he should have.
But damn. Sam in nothing but underwear did things to him he should most definitely quash. Now.
He made himself busy brewing more coffee in the kitchen. He wasn’t sure if Sam would be up for eating or not, though he hadn’t looked too green around the gills.
He brought out the mix for the pancake batter and prepared to go over the directions, when his cell rang with Monroe’s specific ringtone.
“About time,” he muttered upon answering.
Monroe chuckled. “Yeah, sorry. Traffic’s pretty snarled. Especially out of Mammoth. Decided to give you a call instead. It’s raining. Was pouring cats and dogs, but it’s calmed down some. I’m at that bakery in Bishop. The famous one. Damn, it’s crowded even with the rain.”
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