Cam raised an eyebrow. “No?”
“Come on, you know this,” Trevor blustered. “We’re stepbrothers, right? But not even that. He was eighteen and I was sixteen when our parents met. Before the Thunder drafted me, we’d never really lived under the same roof, even. When they got married, Lane was heading to college, and he spent his summers there.”
That was still a bit of a sore, sensitive spot. How Lane had always avoided coming home. Trevor knew Delia always put apositive spin on it—how hard Lane was working, how he was preparing for the next football season—but they’d all known, they just never said it out loud.
“Huh,” Jordan said. “So you’re not like . . . close or anything?”
“I mean, we arenow,” Trevor said, though he wasn’t sure that was actually true, either. Physically, sure, more than ever. Geographically, for sure. He knew how Lane liked his coffee and how he never failed to put the toilet seat down after using it, but it still felt like Lane was full of secrets that he didn’t want to share.
“Crazy that you weren’t until you came here,” Cam said, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t have ever guessed that.”
“Yeah, you two are practically in each other’s pockets,” Jordan pointed out, and he sounded a little envious of that situation.
Trevor shouldn’t puff up about that, but it was hard not to.
“Yeah,” Cam agreed. “They went from nothing to the demon twins. I love it.”
“That’s a stupid nickname,” Trevor complained, because it was. He’d thought it was kind of funny, at first, but lately, he hadn’t been able to find the humor in it. He and Lane weren’tthatbad together.
Sure, they bickered some, but didn’teveryone? Though, the more Trevor thought about it, they’d bickeredlessrecently, ever since they’d started hooking up. Lane had been way less prickly, he realized. More pulling Trevor in and less shoving him away.
But Trevor didn’t have any time to really considerthatconundrum, because Jordan was talking again.
“So youdon’thave any issue with me hooking up with Lane, then?”
“I’m not here to pimp Lane out,” Trevor said. Tried not to grind his teeth together.
Tried not to look murderous. Tried to remind himself that helikedJordan. That he didn’t want to punch him in the face. Not really.
Just when he smirked like that, like he was so fucking sure that he could get Lane exactly where he wanted him.
“Of course not,” Cam soothed, like he was aware of how close to the edge of actual temper Trevor was.Trevor, who couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever actually gotten mad about anything. What had he ever had to get angry about?
Maybe Trevor could be chill about this, if he thought that Jordan actuallylikedhim, but he was just horny and wantedsomeone. Lane was just hot and convenient.
Trevor ignored the voice in his head that tried to claim that forhim, that was exactly what Lane was supposed to be.Hot and convenient.
“You think about it,” Jordan said, still smirking, “I’m gonna go piss.”
The moment Jordo was gone, Cam fixed him with his normally friendly, sweet gaze, but there was something sharper in it right now. Sharper and knowing.
“Are you gonna tell me what that was about?” Cam asked.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Trevor lied.
“Come on,” Cam said, “he’s not going to be gone for that long. I bet he’s the kind of guy who doesn’t wash his hands after he pisses.”
“Gross.”
Cam nodded in agreement. “I’m just saying. You’ve got sixty more seconds. Maybe. Are you hooking up with Lane? Do youwantto hook up with Lane?”
Trevor froze. “Uh.”
“Forty-five,” Cam chirped back, still grinning.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Only if you’re looking for it, I promise. So did it happen or is this just wishful thinking?”
