Even though everyone on planet Earth, and possibly also the aliens in other solar systems, knew that Levi barely even looked at anyone other than Aidan these days.
They were truly gross and disgusting and Lane was not jealous, not at all.
“Actually,” Trevor said, “we thought they might want to go out after.”
“Like a triple date,” Levi added excitedly.
Aidan smacked him on the shoulder.
“Whoops, of course not like that. A double date and then . . . whatever you two are,” Levi corrected, blinking innocently like he hadn’t done that one hundred percent on purpose.
“Exactly,” Lane said gruffly. He and Trevor weren’tanything.
But then Trevor put his hand on his thigh and squeezed, like he was trying to say without actually vocalizing it, thathedisagreed. That it would, in fact, be a triple date.
“But then we thought, maybe they won’t want to go out after,” Levi said. “Not with Ramsey’s two-point night.”
“And he’s back on the power play,” Trevor echoed, nodding.
“Do power plays make him hot?” Aidan asked, sounding mystified, still.
Levi made an annoyed noise. “We really need to actually make it through more than the first ten minutes of one of these games.”
“Hey, good news, you did today,” Lane said, a little desperately.
Aidan and Levi exchanged coy glances. “Hey,” Levi said, “we really did. Didn’t even text you if you wanted to go grab a quickie in the bathroom.”
Aidan flushed bright red.
“Not that we would ever do that,” Aidan protested.
“Oh yeah, definitely not the pair of you that Ramsey had to tell to quit fucking in the bathroom at Vault,” Lane said.
He might not have said it, but he was annoyed that Aidan had pushed about the Trevor thing, andthenthe video-study thing.
Less than the old Aidan would’ve pushed, sure, but he’dstillpushed.
“That definitely was not us,” Levi said, the edge of smugness in his voice making it clear that there was no question ithadbeen them.
Trevor just rolled his eyes. “I didn’t even talk to Ramsey and I could’ve told you it was you two,” he said.
“Slander,” Levi said.
“So,” Aidan said, clearly desperately trying to change the subject, “are we texting Nate or not?”
“If he finds out that we came and we didn’t even give him a heads-up, he’ll be pissed,” Lane said. He’d always intended to text his best friend midway through the third. “We’ll let him be the one to decide if he wants to see us, or if he’s feeling a type of way about Ramsey’s two-point night.”
Chapter 9
Ramsey’snightendedupbeing a four-point night, and Nate had demurred to join them for a drink after the game.
Nobody was particularly surprised. Trevor wasn’t even disappointed, though he liked Lane’s best friend a lot and obviously Ramsey, too.
He also wasn’t disappointed when everyone agreed to head back home instead of going out, him and Lane in the dimly lit back seat of Aidan’s SUV.
“You have fun?” Trevor asked him when they were more than halfway back to Toronto. For the first part of the drive, they’d all chatted about the game. About practices. About tomorrow’s slate of playoff games, one of which would decide who they played the following week. But now, Aidan and Levi were having one of those very coupley shorthand conversations about their plans for the week and it made Trevor feel alternately envious and like he was eavesdropping when he shouldn’t.
“Yeah, of course.” Lane glanced over at him. “You?”
