“Besides Lane?” Jordan’s eyes gleamed, dark and interested, and Trevor sucked down the rest of his drink.
“Besides Lane,” Cam said.
“I tried with Mo—”
“What,” Trevor squawked.
“You can’t tell me he’s not hot,” Jordan said.
“Nobody is going to tell you that,” Cam said, so reasonably.
Trevor wanted to pull Cam to the side and say that the sweet, friendly act was getting old. When normallyhewas the sweet, friendly guy, and he hated it when other people didn’t appreciate how he tried to get along with everyone.
“He doesn’t even swing that way,” Trevor pointed out.
The fries arrived at the table then, and Trevor grabbed a handful, cursing under his breath as they singed his fingertips.
“Dude, those are hot, but not as hot as Morris Jeffries,” Jordan said, smirking.
At least it was Mo Jordan was currently and probably temporarily fixated on, and not Lane. Small mercies.
“Actually, not the rumorIheard,” Cam said.
“What?” Trevor nearly screeched.
Cam just shrugged, like this wasn’t brand-new fucking information. “I heard it from Dawson, who’d heard it from someone else.”
“From who?” Trevor demanded.
“He wouldn’t tell me. But yeah. Pretty sure.”
“Damn it, and he wouldn’t evenbite,” Jordan complained. “Am I not hot? I thought I was pretty fucking hot.”
“Trev, you’re going to have to tell him, because I can’t see anybody but—”
“But Dawson,” Jordan finished for him. “Man, we know, you’re like crazy in love. The dick cannot bethatgood.”
Trevor had never seen Cameron Greene look smug, but he sure as fuck looked smug right now. “You wanna bet?” he said.
Jordan groaned under his breath. “That’s not fair.” He turned to Trevor. “Your bro is always down to hook up, you gotta help make that happen for me.”
“Uh,” Trevor said.Oh hell no,was on the tip of his tongue, but he managed to swallow it back down.
“Just download Grindr like a normal gay,” Cameron said. He reached over and patted him on the shoulder. “You’d dogreaton there.”
“Or find a male strip club,” Trevor said, a little bitchily, unable to hold it back any longer.
Jordan picked up a fry and popped it into his mouth. “You know, that’s not a bad idea, Trev.”
“Then do that,” Trevor stressed. Maybe if Jordan hooked up with some hot male stripper, he’d forget all about Lane. Leave him to Trevor. The way itshouldbe, his uncooperative, Moscow mule–addled brain added.
Jordan’s eyes narrowed at him. “You got some issue with me hooking up with your bro?”
Shit.
“He’s not my brother, you know. Not really.” Which was basically the worst thing that could come out of his mouth besides,keep your fucking hands off.
Trevor took it as a win, because therewasa worse thing he could’ve said.
