Adele
After breakfast and another mind-blowing round in the sheets with Rafe, his phone rings. His brow furrows as he lunges for it on the nightstand.
“You fucker,” he says when he picks it up. “You hang up on me again and–what?” Rafe flies out of the bed. I hear the loud, brusque tones of someone on the other line–Lance, I think.
“Who killed them? What? I can’t hear y–fuck!” Rafe keeps his back to me as he hunches over his phone. “Lance? You’re breaking up. What is it?” He curses again and brings the phone in front of his face. I hear a ringtone on speaker that goes straight to voicemail. “f**k, f**k f**k!” he chants.
“What is it?” I ask.
When he turns his eyes have that weird glow to them. “I have to go.” He yanks on a pair of jeans that he grabs from a drawer.
“What? Okay, but wha
