Alex had wiped his shirt as best he could. He’d be wise to keep the jacket fastened, though. Nick was trying to keep a straight face, but every time Alex glanced over, Nick’s lips pulled in the struggle and he had to look away.
“Don’t,” Alex warned. “You’ve ruined a perfectly good shirt.”
“We ruined a perfectly good shirt.”
Alex shrugged in a that’s true gesture.
“Speaking of us, how are we going to do this?”
Alex believed he knew what Nick meant. “We…” Alex began, and then the door opened. They were dressed but dishevelled enough to make what they had just done more than obvious.
Of all the people in the world to walk in on them, it would have to be Drake. Nick had mentioned how Drake had eagle eyes, and looking at him now, Alex saw exactly what Nick meant. The reporter didn’t miss
