Micah's plan to sneak a peek at his boyfriend's naked body failed spectacularly the moment his fingers closed around the bathroom door handle. Before he could push it open and enjoy the view, his phone rang. Loud. Sharp. Startling.
The sound cut through the soft rush of running water like a knife, jolting him so hard that his hand slipped off the door handle. Micah hissed under his breath, heart leaping into his throat.
"Damn it…"
He spun around, nearly tripping over the edge of the rug as he scrambled back toward the bed. His phone was vibrating angrily on the bedside table, screen lighting up the dim room in short, impatient flashes. The caller ID made him groan. There was no way he could dismiss the caller.
Micah sucked in a breath, forced himself to calm down. After countless lifetimes of abandonment, Micah's feelings toward Ramsy's family had grown complicated. Still, he answered before it rang out.
"Dad?"
