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“That’s not what I hear about him in the bedroom,” Jasper whispers, giving me a kiss before making his way over to Jaxon.

“Hey, Dom,” I say.

“Olly. So, how’s it going, man?”

“Good. Everything’s going good.”

“Ahh, so how about you? Everything going all right?”

“Yep, never better.”

“Uh-huh, you look a little tense. Are you sure?”

“You know what? No, everything is not fine.” My eyes go wide. “Who does this little twerp think he is?”

“I’m assuming you’re talking about Beckett’s friend from LA?”

“Friend from LA,” Dom huffs with a humorless chuckle.

“He seems nice,” I offer.

“What do we even know about him? He shows up here from LA, moves in with Beckett, and now he’s here, cooking at the family dinner. He could poison us for all we know.”

“Okay,well, I don’t think he’s actually moving in with Beckett. He told me that Lucas is looking for his own place and is just staying with him while he’s in town deciding.”

Dom arches an eyebrow. “Oh, did he really, now?”

“Umm, yes…” Fuck me.

“Interesting. Thanks for the heads up.”

Why do I get the feeling I just walked in the middle of something I don’t want to be in the middle of? Ok, maybe I kinda want to get in the middle. When did I get so gossipy? Probably around the time I fell in love.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Dom says.

I nod and watch as he makes his way over to Beckett. The smirk on Beckett’s face drops as Dom whispers something in his ear. That’s not good.

I don’t even jump when Jasper wraps his arms around me from behind. “Hey, Jasper, are you seeing this?”

“Why does Dom look so mad?”

“Oh, I may have told him that Beckett’s friend isn’t really staying with him and is actually planning to get his own place if he moves here.”

“Shouldn’t that make Dom happy?”

“Yes, but I think Beckett was hoping more for jealousy.”

“Interesting…veryinteresting.”

Jasper -

“Hey, you two.”

“Hey, Marcus. Hey, Jacob. I’m so glad you guys could join us this time.”

“We’re happy that you invited us. Ahh, what are we gossiping about?” says Jacob.

Marcus looks at Jacob, shaking his head with an affectionate smile. “I swear you and Matthew always had to play matchmaker.”