Kennedy

“Hi Henry,” I say, hearing Quirin growling low in his chest at Henry’s teasing.

“Ah, shit. I’m not interrupting you two in bed, am I?” I hear him ask, although I'm pretty sure he snickered. He's obviously enjoying himself.

“Do you really think I would have answered the fucking phone if I was in bed with my mate?”

“You might have, if you were worried about me,” he says.

“Did you call just to harass me?” Quirin asks.

“Mostly yes, but I did call to check on ...