“Will you?—”
“I’ve got him,” Brooks says, cutting Charlie off and trailing after him.
“Okay, do we really think Trey is cheating on him?” I ask, leaning across the table.
“Oh, he totally is,” Charlie agrees. “I’ve never liked the guy.”
“We’ve never met him,” I clarify.
“And that says something,” Hunter says. “If he hasn’t met Theo’s friends, there’s a problem.”
“I’m glad we were already friends,” Ollie says, love-filled eyes turned to Hunter.
“Me too.”
He pecks him, and sometimes, being around people so loved up makes it hard to be single. I’m not looking. I’m happy with where my life is. I really am.
But other times? Like right now? It would be nice to have someone.
These moments are few and far between.
“What should we do?” Ollie asks. “Encourage him to find out, or let it be?”
“I’m really going to regret this, but should we do it ourselves? Find out if Trey is cheating on Theo?”
“Would you?”
Shit.
Theo chose the wrong moment to come back to the table. If only I’d double-checked before saying it.
“Uhh…”
Theo drops down across from me and grabs my hands in his. “Please, Griff? I wouldn’t ask if it weren’t important.”
“Wait, why me? Why not the other guys?”
“You suggested it,” Hunter not-so-helpfully points out.
“Fine.”
I fight the groan.
“Oh my God. You’re the best, Griff. Really. If he’s not cheating, then I know he really loves me and we should move in together,” Theo says.
“Maybe you might need to have a discussion with him before that,” Brooks says. “You’re making some big leaps here.”
“That’s a great idea,” I agree. “You can’t go from he’s cheating on me to moving in with him in the blink of an eye.”
“Let’s see if he is cheating,” Ollie says. “Don’t go jumping to conclusions.”
“You’re right. He’s not cheating.” Theo takes a healthy swallow of his drink. “I don’t know why I’m so worried.”
I won’t point out that he is worried because that wouldn’t be helpful at this point. Ollie looks like he wants to say it too, but Hunter stops him before he can.
“Send me his address,” I say.
“You got it.” Theo taps on his phone, my own buzzing in my pocket. “Trey is at kickboxing tonight and has to work tomorrow night.”
