“Good.”
“Thatdoesn’t sound like ‘good’ to me,” Zane laughed, easing himself into the chairsitting perpendicular to the couch.
Therewas silence for a minute or two. Beau tried to convince himself that he didn’tanswer because he was more interested in drinking his beer, but he knew better.He didn’t answer because he didn’t even know whether he could share his innerturmoil with his best friend. Not anymore anyway.
“Talkto me, B,” Zane said, his cheerful mood shifting to serious.
“What’sthere to talk about?” he asked, stalling. “I lost my job.”
“Yeah?That ain’t the end of the world.”
ForZane maybe. But for Beau, he didn’t have anything else to fall back on. Hewasn’t going to mention that he would be working for Ethan because he stillwasn’t sure how that would pan out. He’d find out first thing in the morning,but for now, he still questioned whether Ethan would still give him theopportunity after what happened between them.
“How’sEthan?”
Zane’squestion surprised Beau so much that he choked, damn near snorting beer out ofhis nose.
“Whatare you talking about?”
“Oh,come on.” Zane offered that sly, devilish grin. “Think I don’t know something'sgoing on between the two of you?”
No.No, he didn’t think Zane knew. How could he? It wasn’t like Beau had made itpublic knowledge.
“Howlong have we been friends?” Zane asked. The question sounded rhetorical, soBeau didn’t answer. “Oh, that’s right, all of our damn lives.”
Beaulaughed at Zane’s expression.
“Andthat means I know you better than anyone else, right?”
Beauwould have to agree with that statement. Nodding his head, he continued tostare at Zane.
WhenZane leaned forward in the chair, his elbows resting on his knees, the beerbottle dangling between his legs, Beau knew the conversation was turningserious.
“Whydidn’t you tell me?”
Zanedidn’t look up at Beau when he asked the question. Beau wasn’t even sure how toanswer it. “Tell you what?”
“Thatyou’re gay.”
Ahhh.Well, at least now he knew what they were talking about. And suddenly, Beauwasn’t in the mood to talk. “I think I should go,” he said in a rush, reachingto put his beer down on the table as he rose to his feet.
“Sityour big, bulky ass down.”
Beaustared down at Zane where he sat. He was serious.Shit.Dropping ontothe couch, Beau crossed his arms over his chest.
“Howlong have you known?”
“Along time,” Beau said honestly, surprised by his own admission.
“Butyou continued to engage in threesomes with me?”
“Theywere easier.”
“Thanwhat?”
“Acceptingwhat I suspected.”
“Andthat’s why you let me fuck you.”
