Page 35 of Forgiven


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Callum shrugged. “Sometimes.”

“Did Jared mention that we have a book club?”

“Yes.”

“You can come along if you want. We meet at two every Saturday in the changing room at the club.”

Callum nodded, but didn’t say anything that would commit him to going along. Jag and Michael waved and then left.

“Who else is in the book club?” Callum asked.

“Me, Jag, Logan, and Jared,” Hunter said. “It’s a new thing. Anyone’s welcome, though.”

“We take it in turns to pick books,” Logan added. “There’s only one rule—it’s got to be available as an audiobook.”

“Two rules,” Hunter cut in. “It’s got to be a good book, unlike the last one you picked.”

“‘Good’ is subjective.”

“Why audiobook?” Callum asked.

Hunter and Logan glanced at each other and then at Kyrone.

“Jared finds reading hard,” Kyrone said.

“Because of his head injury?” Callum asked.

“Yeah. He takes things in much faster if he hears them.”

“Is that why he gets migraines?”

Kyrone nodded. “Guys, I think I’m going to bow out too. I want to get back to my man and give him lots of hugs. Will you be okay?” he asked Callum.

“Yes.”

“We’ll take care of him,” Taylor said. “Off you go.”

“And then there were five,” Dylan said, once Kyrone had gone. “Anyone up for another game of cards?”

“No thanks,” Logan said. “I’m fed up of being beaten.”

“You are such a sore loser,” Taylor told him. “First cards, then the quiz. You just need to get better at both.”

“And on that note, I think I’m going to call it a night too,” Logan said. “Bye, guys.”

Taylor puffed his cheeks out. “I guess that’s it for tonight then. Good game and good quiz.”

“He’s going to follow Logan home for make-up sex,” Dylan said when Callum looked confused.

“I think I’m going to go,” Hunter said, stretching. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.” He shuffled off the booth seat he was sitting on, put his coat on, and then both men headed out.

“And then there were two,” Callum said, once they were alone.

“I swear, I did not set this up,” Dylan said.

Callum chuckled. “I didn’t think you had.”

An awkward beat followed, where Dylan wasn’t sure what to say or do. Smalltalk. That seemed like the right move to make next.