Ben and Zach spent most of the following day at the house, a fair amount of the time in bed. As Zach had said at one point, with a lascivious grin, “You still have a lot to learn, Ben.”
Ben had no problem buying that excuse, primarily because for the first time in his life he was enjoying s*x in all its various facets.
Other than that, they read, and watched TV, and went out for dinner, taking advantage of their downtime while they had the chance.
“What now?” Zach grumbled early the next morning when his phone rang.
“Don’t answer. It might be Durand,” Ben replied sleepily.
“Which is why I have to,” Zach told him. “It’s not, though. It’s Hayley.”
“At the crack of dawn?”
Zach patted his ass. “It’s eight-twenty-three,” he said, and then answered the call with, “Do you have a clue what
