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He sighed. When had he become such a besotted teen?

The answer was easy enough: when he fell for Ollie. As for when he became an insecure mass ofhormones, well, that was when he saw the expression on Ollie’s face after he’dshut down the tablet and turned around.

Guilt. And regret. And infinite sadness.

He still loved her.

Ollie—a straight man until five minutes ago—still loved thegirl he’d dated for about a decade.

And how on earth did Trevor compete with that?

Chapter Twelve

Ollie frowned, trying to read Trevor’s expression, a cold knotof worry building in his gut. “What aren’t you telling me? Has the kidnappermade contact again? Do you have reason to think he’s harmed her?”

Trevor’s eyes widened. “No. Why do you think—”

“Do not try to shield me from this case,” Olliesaid, striding toward him, furious at the thought that anything—anything—aboutCourtney’s kidnapping was being withheld from him. “Just because we’re sleeping together doesn’tmean you get to decide what I can and cannot handle.”

“Are we?” Trevor’s chin lifted as he took a step forward.

“Are we?” Ollie repeated, completely confused. “Are wewhat?”

“Sleeping together.” The words were hard, as if Trevor hadto grind them out between his teeth.

“Um, yeah, aren’t we?” Ollie was having a hard timeunderstanding why he was picking up a weird vibe from Trevor. “I mean, wedidn’t get a lot of actual sleep last night, but still. We are. Aren’t we?” Heflashed a quick grin, feeling the need to lighten the tension, but notunderstanding why.

“Yeah,” Trevor said. “Of course we are.”

The words sounded sincere, but Trevor hadn’t come closer. Hehadn’t reached out to touch Ollie, as he frequently had even before they’dslept together. And he still wasn’t meeting Ollie’s eyes.

What was going on?

“So, were you just coming down here to find me?” He glancedat his watch, then winced when he saw the time. “Right. Sorry. I lost track oftime. Almost time for the briefing.” In fact, there was a full thirty minutesbefore the briefing, and while Damien’s house might be huge, it didn’t takethat long to go from the gym to where the command center was set up on thefirst floor.

“Right. I should go get my ducks in order before I stand upthere in front of the entire team.”

Ollie nodded, waiting for Trevor to suggest they walk backtogether.

“So, I’ll see you there, okay?”

The words were like a punch in the gut, and Olliedesperately hoped that Trevor hadn’t seen him wince. “Yeah. Of course. I’ll bethere in a sec.”

“Great. Good.” And on that auspicious note, Trevor left.

What the actual fuck?

Slowly, Ollie sank back down to the bench, because his kneesweren’t quite up to the task of keeping him upright.

He was still sitting there, baffled, when Leah hurried in,stopping short when she saw him. “Oh! Sorry. I didn’t realize anyone was downhere. I wanted to get in a quick ten minutes on the treadmill before themeeting.”

Ollie stood, his knees proving to be up to the task. “I’llget out of your hair and let you have some privacy.”

“I can run in public.” She grabbed a towel from the stack bythe water cooler and slung it around her neck as she headed for the treadmill.She got on, then started the conveyor. He watched as she took off at a slowjog, then looked over her shoulder to meet his eyes. She frowned, then pushedthe button to stop the machine.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on?”

Ollie’s eyes widened. “Excuse me?”