“I want to say something,” Trevor admitted, “but I’m worried he’s going to freak out about it.”
“Why would he do that? He’s got a rep, for sure, for one-night stands and hooking up, but you guys have a good thing going,” Cam said. He didn’t have to say that Lane didn’t have all the known baggage that Dawson had had—like an ex-wife who’d cheated on him and an ex-father-in-law who’d stolen from him—but it was unspoken, anyway.
Trevor really didn’t want to confess all of Lane’s secrets, but also he needed help. What else was he supposed to do? “Well, what if I found out that he’s liked me for a long time, and I think he’s got himself twisted up in a lot of knots about it?”
“What,” Jordan said flatly as Cam’s mouth dropped open. “Are you joking?”
“No?”
Jordan gave an exaggerated groan. “I have the worst fucking luck in the universe.”
Cam shot him a look. “What did you think? That Trevor and Lane were gonna hook up for a bit and then they’d get tired of each other and he’d move on to you?”
“Well,no, but that the possibility existed that one of them might!”
Trevor could only laugh about it. Jordan was ridiculous, but it was almost impossible not to like him.
“Jesus, wegotyou the app,” Cam said. “Haven’t you found anyone yet? I didn’t get the impression you were that particular about it.”
“For my first guy? Fuck yes, I am. I don’t want just anybody.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Cam said, echoing what Trevor hadjustthought, but also echoing Trevor, he sounded endeared instead of annoyed by it.
“Can we please focus on my crisis instead of Jordan’s picky ass?” Trevor begged.
Cam shot Jordan a hard look as he sipped his drink. “We’re gonna deal with you in a minute, but yes, we need to help Trev out first.”
“What help does Trevor need? He’s got the guy. They’re clearly doing fucking great. Lane’s apparently been in love with him for years, so all Tee here has to do is say,yes, me tooand happily fucking after, right there.”
Cam leaned in, still eyeing Jordan. “I worry about you, I really do.”
“He’s not in love with me, and I don’t know if I love him,” Trevor said heavily. He didn’t want to admit it, but it would be worse to hide it. To pretend.
“And you, I don’t even know what to do with you,” Cam said, switching his attention to Trevor.
“What! I’m just trying to be honest.”
Cam shook his head. “Who’s going to get me another drink? I need one if I’m going to deal with either of you two.”
“I got it,” Jordan said, sliding out of the booth. He glanced back. “You want another one too, Trev?”
“Sure,” Trevor said. Then braced himself for whatever tough love that Cam was about to dole out to him, no doubt thinking that he knew best. And maybe he did. Trevor wasn’t surewhowas right.
That was the whole problem.
“Now,” Cam said, “are you actually fucking serious?”
Trevor sighed. “I—”
“No,for real. He’s liked you for a long time and you think it’s not love? What would that even be? You pine for years after someone, it’slove, Trevor.”
“You don’t know that, you’re justguessing.”
“Okay,” Cam said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Did he want to tell you or . . .”
That was the easiest question to answer. “Not really, no. I practically had to drag it out of him. But that’s the thing, if hedidlove me, wouldn’t he have wanted to tell me?”
“Let’s look at this from Lane’s point of view,” Cam said.
