The guest wing was quiet, the hum of the AC the only sound as Beck dropped his duffel bag onto the bed. He yanked off his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt with sharp, jerky movements.

Jared leaned against the door frame, watching him with that infuriating calm. “You’re going to rip the buttons off if you keep going at them like that.”

“Don’t start,” Beck muttered.

Jared tilted his head, his dark hair falling across his forehead. “You’re wound up more tightly than usual. Funny how ...