“I know that’s a big thing for NFL players,” Tom said. “Why’d you keep it a secret?”
“It wasn’t asecret,” Lane said, shooting Trevor a faux glare that Trevor knew for a moment he didn’t mean. There was too much amusement dancing in his blue eyes.
“He didn’t want anyone to know how smart he is,” Trevor said, answering for him.
Lane groaned again.
“What, honey,why? Of course you’re smart,” Delia said. “You’ve always been so smart.”
Lane turned to Trevor, and his mouth lost the battle, half of it quirking up into a grin. “Now you’ve done it.”
“I thought I did it when I told Aidan,” Trevor said.
“You did. And now you’ve just done it again.” But Lane didn’t soundthatmad, even.
“I’ve got to side with Trevor here,” Delia said, “you shouldn’t be ashamed of having brainsandbrawn.”
Lane rolled his eyes. “Guess not now, since the secret’s out of the bag.”
“A good thing,” Tom agreed.
Lane changed the subject then, asking their parents what tourist things they had booked this week.
“A walking tour later in the week, and Casa Loma tomorrow,” Delia said.
“We should take them to Vault later in the week, too,” Trevor suggested. “I can text Ramsey. Get us on the list. It’s a bar our hockey player friend owns,” he explained to their parents, “and it’s got an old bank vault in it, which is why it’s called that.”
They both expressed interest, but Delia said firmly she didn’t want to keep them out too late any night before the big game, and so they agreed they’d go after.
“To celebrate the win,” Tom insisted, like it was already decided that the Thunder would be able to beat the Piranhas, when it was hardly a given.
“We’ll see,” Lane said.
When they were finally in the Uber back to their building, Lane turned to Trevor the minute the car pulled away from the sidewalk. “How could such a good time be so fucking torturous?”
Trevor burst out laughing. “Dude,youdecided that we weren’t going to tell them yet.”
It had been so hard; there’d been so many times he wanted to just blurt out the truth. Especially every single time his dad looked over at the two of them like he was pretty certain he’d already figured out what was going on.
“I know, Iknow, but I was thinking it would be harder to tell them. But really, it’s hardernotto,” Lane grumbled.
“Except now wehaven’t,” Trevor agreed.
Lane sighed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think you might be right.”
“What?”
“I just . . . I thought it would seem weirder, but you’re right. It’s time. We need to do it. Maybe after the game? Mom’s right, we don’t need any more distractions.”
“Are you saying I’m a distraction?” Trevor teased, leaning close. Not so close that the driver would be able to tell for sure that something was going on, but close enough that he could see Lane’s eyes grow a shade darker, like he was already imagining Trevor being themostdistracting.
“You know what you’re doing,” Lane grumbled, but the obvious fondness in his eyes gave away just how he felt about it.
“You like it.”
Lane leaned in, and now there probablywasn’tplausible deniability, but that was okay, too, because Trevor was alreadybeginning to think they wouldn’t be keeping this relationship under wraps much longer. “Baby, Iloveit.”
Chapter 14
