“Jake? Are you awake?”
Max. Jesus, what time was it? He checked his phone quickly—nearly midnight. Max should be asleep; this must be something urgent. “Hang on, Dad. Be there in a sec.”
He tried to pull on his sweats, but his hand had gotten stiff and swollen from all that s*x. Luckily, Olivia hurried out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her hair in a turban. She helped him get dressed, whispering, “I bet he’s here to spill the beans.”
“Let’s hope. You gonna get dressed too, or are you planning to increase his chance of a heart attack?”
She made a face at him and dragged on her own clothes—yoga pants and a purple fleece hoodie. Maybe Max would think they’d been working out. Yeah, that was it—a late-night workout.
She was still combing her wet hair when Jake opened the door to
