“We’ll get it done,” Jason said, his perpetual positivity something Trap actually liked about him most of the time.
“Ty, come cut your cake,” JJ called. “Some of us are starving, and the pizza isn’t here yet.”
Ty went to do that, and Trap moved over to the table with him, Colt, and JJ.
“How’s dating going?” Ty asked, and Colt slid him a look out of the corner of his eye.
“It could be better,” he said. “I went out with that Lisa woman a few times.”
“Oh, that tells me everything I need to know,” Ty chuckled. “ThatLisa woman.”
Colt smiled too. “You know who I mean. Lisa Frampton.”
“Yeah, I know who she is,” Ty said. “I’m the one who suggested her.”
“She was nice enough,” Colt said, and he took the piece of cake Ty handed him. “I don’t know. There just wasn’t any spark.”
“You know who you should go out with?” JJ asked, and he took the next piece of cake that Ty put on a plate.
“Who?” Colt said. “You’ve been holding out on me?”
“Yeah, the man asked for suggestions,” Trap said. “And maybe I need some too.”
JJ grinned at him. “You can’t go out with her, brother.”
“I can’t? Why not?”
JJ looked over his shoulder to where Conrad still stood by the dartboard, now with Finn and Henry surrounding him. “Because it’s Elaine. She’s looking for a boyfriend.”
“Oh, yeah,Ican’t go out with her,” Trap grinned and looked at Colt. “But you should.”
Colt cleared his throat, and a ruddy redness entered his face. “You want me to go out with your cousin?”
“Yeah, sure,” JJ said. “Why not?”
“How old is she?” Colt asked, his eyes on his cake and refusing to be anywhere else.
JJ looked at Trap, who racked his brain quickly. “Uh….”
“I know the triplets are younger than you,” JJ said. “By like a year—so, like, twenty-six, twenty-seven.”
“That’s not too young,” Trap said.
“Not too young?” Colt asked. “Dude, I’m thirty-six years old. It’s almost a decade of difference.”
“She’s really mature,” JJ said. “She just started that foundation and everything.” He put half his piece of cake in his mouth at once, and all eyes focused on Colt.
“I don’t know,” he mumbled. “Do you think it would be weird with Conrad?”
“Why would it be weird with Conrad?” JJ asked.
“I don’t know,” Colt said again. “I’ll think about it.”
Trap had played cards with Colt plenty of times in the past year or so, and the only time the man ever acted evasively like this was if he’d already spent time thinking about whatever they were talking about—which meant he’d thought of Elaine as a potential date all on his own.
He watched as Colt turned away from the group, his face still a healthy, blushing pink. Yes, that man liked Elaine—or at least had thought about asking her out. He simply hadn’t done it yet.
“I’ve got a lot of pizza here for Colt Franklin,” a man appeared in the doorway, and he had someone with him, both of them carrying a healthy stack of pizza boxes.
