Dawson snapped his fingers, nodding intently. “Yeah, that’s it,” he said. “Maybe theyshouldhate-fuck about it.”
Aidan groaned under his breath. Apparently that noise was permanently on Levi’s radar now, because he appeared then, a crease between his brows. “Everything okay, babe?” he asked Aidan.
Aidan made a face. “If I say they’re ganging up on me, will you beat them up for me?”
Cam had never seen Aidan Flynn make puppy dog eyes before. If he wasn’t currently witnessing it, he wouldn’t have believed it was possible. But it was actually fucking happening.
Dawson had continually told him that one day, he’d see Aidan as a guy—kind of a stupid guy, at that—and not asAidan Flynn, Superstar QB of the Toronto Thunder, and yep, this was it. This was the time. It had finally arrived.
“Bro,” Levi said in a wounded voice, “they’re like two-thirds of our special teams? Who’s gonna kick the extra points when you throw four touchdowns like you did on Sunday?”
“Two-point conversions?” Aidan suggested hopefully.
Levi just laughed, like Aidan was the most delightful person in the whole world. Cam wondered if there would ever be a moment forhimwhen Aidan came back down to earth and revealed he too had feet of clay. But Cam realized that wasprobably never going to happen, because Levi already saw all of him and the magic was, he didn’t care.
Just like how Cam saw all of Dawson—his insecurities and his worries and his anxiety—and none of that ever fazed him. He was still just as hot for him, still just as eager to kiss him, the next time they were alone.
“Ugh, you’re no help,” Aidan complained. “Go back to your gossip fest with Trevor and Lane.”
Levi leaned down and whispered something into Aidan’s ear. Aidan went bright red, and well, whatever that was, clearly there was going to be no lack of magic in Aidan’s condo later tonight.
“Anyway,” Dawson drawled, “so youdon’tthink they should hate-fuck about it? I’d be pretty damn surprised if you weren’t behind that idea.” He shot Aidan a pointed look and he went even redder.
“It’s not that Idon’t, it’s that hate-fucking doesn’t solve anything,” Aidan said, cheekbones going brick red when he got to the wordfucking. “How does that help him get folded into our group?”
“Aw,” Dawson said. “You see the vision too, then.”
Aidan shot him an aggrieved look. “Seriously? If you saw the vision too, then why are you giving me shit about it?”
“Because you’re actually the most fun person on earth to give shit to,” Cam said and then smacked a hand over his mouth when both Aidan’s and Dawson’s heads swiveled in his direction.
Dawson looked absolutely delighted, but Aidan’s jaw was near the floor.
“I told you,” Dawson said, laughing now. “Knew it would happen eventually, rook.”
“I don’t even want to know,” Aidan said, but at least his grumbling seemed good-natured enough.
“The answer is exactly what Cam said,” Dawson admitted. “It’s too much fun to give you shit.”
Aidan sighed heavily. “Trying to remember why I was looking forward to you joining the Thunder.”
“To kick your extra points?” Dawson teased.
“I’d make Levi do it,” Aidan said.
Dawson slapped a hand across his heart and gasped overdramatically. “Replaced that easy, rook. Can you even believe it?”
“Imagine Levi trying to punt,” Cam observed. “I’d pay good money to see that.”
“Yeah, what about you, Aidan? Not gonna make an attempt on your own? Just gonna serve your boy up to be humiliated?” Dawson teased.
“Who says he’d be humiliated?” Aidan argued.
Dawson looked over at Cam. “He’s so dickmatized he legitimately thinks Levi is good ateverything. Newsflash, bud, he’s not.”
“Not sure I agree with that,” Aidan said primly. “But, to get back to theactualtopic, which is not how ‘dickmatized’ I am or how enjoyable it is to make fun of me, but how we can get Ramsey to be part of the group.”
“Aren’t we already doing it?” Dawson asked. “Wes made sure he showed up tonight.”
