Gemma sat up so that he could dig the phone from the pocket. She shivered for losing his warmth, feeling cold despite being fully clothed. He sat up too, not ashamed of his nakedness, running fingers through his tousled auburn hair. She didn’t mind the view, though she only saw his back, lean and strong, wonderful to rest on. And scarred, she noticed, frowning. She hadn’t taken that close a look the previous times, but she was sure she would remember the red welts. Teeth marks. What exactly had happened the previous evening? He glanced at the screen and frowned before answering. "Yeah?" Gemma could hear Jamie on the other end. "I need you back at the manor. The police are here about a shifter invading a golf course grounds last night. Looks pretty much like you." "Fuck. Yeah, I can explain that. I’ll be right over." "Good. And bring the girl." Jamie ended the call. "Jamie wants us at the manor." He sounded apologetic. Gemma felt upset that their moment was interrupted, but she nodded.
