“Well, obviously,” I laughed.
Leo tapped his forehead. “Sometimes you have to beg people to start thinking with this again.”
“What’s on for tonight?” Cass asked. “Anything special for your last night in town?”
“Me?” Leo asked innocently. “I’m easy.”
Cass and I both laughed. “Yeah right,” I said. “If we were in Pittsburgh, you’d be trying to drag us both to some fancy dinner or exclusive club.”
“Thank god we’re not,” Cass muttered. “I hate that crappy dance music.”
Leo gestured to me with his coffee cup. “Don’t think I’m going to stop dragging you to clubs, though. Until I find you a boyfriend, it’s my sacred duty to get you laid.”
I looked to Cass, biting the inside of my cheek to stop from smiling. “Please tell your best friend I never made my sex life his sacred duty.”
Leo shook his head. “Unfortunately, you had no choice in the matter, Shawn. The brother gods already decided.” He chuckled, then took a sip of his mug. “At least you’re not still crushing on Cass here.”
I choked on air. “Leo!”
“What, Cass doesn’t care, do you, Cass?”
I turned to him, mildly horrified, but Cass had a wide, toothy smile on his face. “Yeah, Shawn, I don’t mind.”
“Biggest crush ever,” Leo continued. “I caught him whispering your name one time into the bathroom mirror.”
“Leo!” I hissed. “Drop it!”
“He tried to get the same haircut as you one time. Didn’t work for his head at all.”
“Leo!”
“It was a million years ago,” Leo laughed. “We all have weird crushes when we’re kids. You don’t have to act self-conscious about it, Shawn.”
My cheeks burned. Of course Leo would find a way to bring that up now. I’d be a fool if I thought an entire weekend would pass without my brother humiliating me.
Cass rubbed my shoulder. “Yeah, Shawn,” he said, a funny smile on his face. “Nothing to feel self-conscious about.”
Luckily, Leo’s phone rang out from his pocket, interrupting us before my brother had a chance to whip out the naked baby pictures. “Shit, gotta take this,” he muttered as he turned back into the house. “Senator. Senator! Put your boyfriend on the phone, please.”
The door swung shut, and I turned my eyes out to the yard. “Beautiful day,” I said. “What do you think, is it about seventy-five out?”
Cass laughed and grabbed me from behind, squeezing me tight. “You had a crush on me,” he sang softly in my ear.
“Maybe a small one,” I whispered. His embrace was so warm and firm, I had to nuzzle back into it. “You were kind of hot back then.”
Cass rubbed my hips. “Back then?”
I laughed. “You don’t mind?”
“Mind? It’s hot! I’m just annoyed you didn’t tell me earlier.”
I pressed my hand back and found the hem of his T-shirt, tugging on it as he held me. “I guess if you think it’s hot…”
“Did you think about me when you jerked off?”
I paused, his heartbeat against my back. “At least a few times.”
He pushed his hand to my belly and up under my shirt. “You were a horny teenager for me,” he whispered in my ear.
