I toed off my work shoes and waved. Whoever he was talking to, it didn’t involve me and Trev wasn’t enjoying it.
Trevor scowled at the phone and ducked back into the kitchen. “You know what I think, so why does it matter?”
That was my cue to leave. The apartment wasn’t that big, and angry Trevor needed his space.
I tugged off my tie as I entered my room. According to the clock on my nightstand, I didn’t have time for as long a run as I wanted, but it would be decent.
Hanging my clothes, I shucked my boxers and was stepping into a jock when Trevor marched in and flopped on my bed.
“Sorry. I was about to start dinner when my boss called.”
I should have guessed it was work. Pulling on my tee shirt, I put on my shorts and sat on the bed. “It didn’t sound good.”
“It wasn’t. She wants to assign someone to a project I’ve been working on forever, and they’re not qualified. This will mess up the whole thing.”
Trevor hated getting work calls at home. Me too. This was our Zen place, or as Zen as mid-market apartments in Silver Spring, Maryland got. “This couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”
“She wants him to start right away.” He laced his fingers under his head and stared at the ceiling. “This way he canhit the ground runningwhen I get in tomorrow.”
I grabbed a pair of no-show socks from my dresser. “Don’t let it bug you. It won’t change tomorrow.”
“It’s what it is. That’s why they call it work, right?”
I gave him a sympathetic look and stretched. “Hopefully it’ll go better than expected.”
“Doubtful.” He flipped over to face me. “In better news, my cousin Henry just moved to Silver Spring.”
I never heard anyone in the family mention a Cousin Henry. “Who’s that?”
“He’s my third cousin like sixteen times removed.”
I laughed because that was Trev’s way of saying they weren’t really related, but the family liked to pretend for appearance sake. “That’s not how it works, but I get it. Is this good news or bad?”
“Good, I think. Henry’s four years older than us. When I was a kid, I used to tag along behind him, because he was this cool older kid. I probably had a crush on him, but since we’re cousins, it wasn’t like that, but it was, if that makes sense.”
Totally did, because they weren’t really cousins. “You thought he was hot. Got it.”
“Dork.” He grabbed me around the neck like he was going to give me a noogie.”
Wiggling free, I pushed him away so I could keep stretching. “Says that guy who just admitted he was crushing on his cousin, but not, but was because this wasn’t really a cousin.”
“Stop. It wasn’t in the creepy, icky way. It was more idolization than wanting to bone him.”
Which really meant they’d hooked up or Trev had really wanted to when he was a kid. “Charming image.”
“Hey, I’m trying to explain and you’re making me feel weird.”
I didn’t get the ‘feeling weird’ vibe. He just wanted to change topics. Which was fine. We all had crushes as a kid. “Sorry.”
“Lamest sorry ever.”
I flipped him off and he returned the favor.
“Anyway,” Trevor said, really meaning to change topics now. “He just moved into his condo and he’s coming over for dinner. I think he’s lonely.”
I stood, bent my left knee back, and stretched my quad. “Must be nice.”
“Yeah, well, Henry’s family is loaded. He just got promoted to this high paying gig in the city with the family company.”
