“Who are you?”Quinn asked.
“Jem.This is Tean.And we’re helping hotel security with the murder investigation.”
“He was murdered?”Quinn asked in a horrified voice.
“What are you?”Beckett said.“Detectives?”
“Something like that,” Jem said.
Quinn adjusted the washcloth over his dick.Beckett studied them with a different kind of interest.
“Can I have my towel, please?”Quinn asked into the silence.
Tean had finally lowered his hand; he glanced at Jem now.
“Let’s see how the conversation goes,” Jem said.“You didn’t know Gerald was dead?”
For the first time since being interrupted, Beckett and Quinn made eye contact.Quinn shook his head first, slow and unsure.Beckett gave a short, decisive no.
“Where were you last night?”Jem asked.
“I told you,” Beckett said.“Together.”
Jem raised his eyebrows.
“Yes,” Beckett snapped.“Fucking.”
“The whole night?”Tean said.
“Not thewholenight.”
“What else did you do?”
“I told you we were together.Do you need the whole itinerary?We fucked.I sat on the toilet and pushed his babies out.I took a shower.Then Quinn peed so he wouldn’t get a UTI—”
“Yeah, we’re gay, buddy,” Jem said.“We know how it works.”
“Did either of you leave the room last night?”Tean asked.
“No,” Beckett said.
Jem watched Quinn until the bigger man shook his head.
“What about this morning?”Tean asked.
“We had breakfast in our room,” Quinn said.“We came down here to swim.”
“Is that what the kids are calling it nowadays?”Jem said.
Color rose in Quinn’s cheeks, but he kept his gaze on the tile.
“Why did you skip the morning devotional?”Tean asked.
“The storm,” Beckett said.“Nobody should be going out in that weather.When I saw how bad it was, I called the chalet.Nobody answered.”
“So, that means you get the day off?”Jem said.“Like, a snow day from pray-the-gay-away camp?”
For the first time, Quinn’s head came up, and he fixed Jem with a look.
