“Give me a minute. I need to finish packin’.”
“How much shit did you bring with you?” Evan chuckled as he stepped into the room.
“Hardly anything. My problem’s not the amount of stuff. It’s procrastination.”
“You’re good at that.”
Yes, he was. And today, he was proving it. Ever since he’d woken up this morning, he’d been off. He knew exactly the reason, but he was doing his best to pretend that it hadn’t happened. Because if it had … if Atticus had come into the room while Slade was … doing what he’d been doing…
Had he heard him? Did Atticus know that Slade was fantasizing about…?
Shit. He didn’t want to think about that.
“What’s up?” Evan asked. “You’re acting weird.”
“You’re one to talk. You go first.”
Evan glanced around. “Atticus isn’t here, is he?”
“Nope. Packed up, then took his stuff and left with Becs.”
Evan huffed and dropped onto the couch, which was no longer pulled out into a bed.
Slade wasn’t surprised by the silence that followed. He could tell Evan wanted to talk, but he had to prepare himself for that. Slade never had that problem. He tended to vomit up his emotional baggage whenever he felt like it. Often at the expense of those around him.
Finally, Evan exclaimed, “I kissed Becs.”
Slade stopped moving and turned to look at his partner/friend. “Last night?”
Evan shook his head. “No. The other night. Before she left for New York.”
“At your house?”
Evan nodded.
“Did anything else happen?”
“No.”
“So why exactly do you look like your nuts are in a vise?”
Sure, Slade understood the concept of blue balls, but from a single kiss? Or maybe Evan was suffering since he’d been pining for this woman for so long. One kiss could’ve sent him right over the edge.
Evan’s forehead pinched. “You know, you could use some less disturbing comparisons.”
“Touché. Now answer the question. Was it terrible or what?”
Evan stared at his hands in his lap. “It was incredible.”
“One kiss?”
“Yeah.”
“Then my question still stands? Why do you look like—”
“Because she thinks I’m having second thoughts.”
Knowing Evan, he was. Hell. He was probably having third and fourth thoughts. The guy spent far too much time thinking.
