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Not a lot. Hell, there were only three that I found, and they were all women without even a whisper of men.
But in case that wasn’t enough, seeing Laura Jansen tucked up under Trevor’s arm, her tits mushed against his side, and this epic eye-lock they have going clears it up for me.
I swallow hard and force my eyes back to Neil and Judy.
At least someone didn’t get blindsided tonight. Judy might have shown up separately, but since I got here, she hasn’t taken her eyes off my buddy once. And despite having been in love with this girl and captain of the SIMP squad for most of his life… he’s not actually drooling or trying to snip a lock of her hair or doing any of the thousand desperate things I wouldn’t put past the sad sap. He’s just… having fun.
Something I’m not about to get in the way of just because I can barely fucking breathe knowing that Trevor is back in town. “Hey, man, thanks for getting me out tonight, but I’m beat. Are you cool if I take off?”
He legit can barely peel his eyes off Judy when he clears me to bail. It puts a smile on my face that holds up until I get to my truck. It’s old enough it still needs a key to start and doesn’t connect to a phone or any other device, but it’s reliable and gets me where I’m going. While I wait for the engine to warm up, I look back to the house. And, just my luck, through the bay window, I see Trevor bow his head down to Laura’s.
A proposition for her ears only? She tilts her head back and smiles before taking his hand and guiding him toward the door.
Chapter Three
CAM
I shouldn’t be swimming in the lake tonight. My body was spent after practice, but after the party and seeing Trevor? The rhythmic cut of my arms through the water, more meditation than exercise, is all that’s keeping me sane.
For all these years, I just sort of liked to think of Trevor as out there. A maybe. And tonight he went from a rare fantasy I try not to indulge in… to a hard no.
Because he’s back, but he didn’t call. He didn’t reach out or stop by the store.
He didn’t do anything but show up and put a smile on the face of a girl who has been waiting for him forever. So, good for her. Good for them.
My arms pull through the cool lake, my breath drawing every third burning stroke.
It doesn’t matter that he’s back. It doesn’t change anything.
I swim through the darkness, listening to the water and my breath, the sounds of being inside my head.
Breathe, two, three. Breathe, two, three. Breathe, two, three.
Keeping an eye on the shore, I watch for Outlook Rock and then follow the inlet that wouldn’t be visible without the light of the full moon. The water changes, calming, and I look up to find the ten square feet of floating dock that is my turning-around point.
In the mornings, I circle it once and head straight home, but tonight? Hell, apparently, I haven’t had enough torture. So instead, I plant my hands on the weather-worn boards and propel myself up—
“Fucking wha—”
The startled shout followed by the rocking of the raft have me splashing back into the water mid-breath. I come up hacking so hard I’m probably only catching about a third of the profanities spilling from above in a stream so steady, my next cough turns into a laugh as I push my goggles off and try to choke out an apology.
“Jesus, Cam?”
Meaty shoulders and a head in silhouette come into view as a muscular arm thrusts out, locking with mine.
It’s not him. It can’t be him. Not here.
Except I know the deep timbre of that voice. And while the blond is muted by the night, there’s something as familiar about the way the overlong mess falls around those heavy cheekbones as what’s happening in my chest.
“Trev?”
That head above me starts a slow, disbelieving shake. “Holy shit, man, you scared ten fucking years off my life.”
And before I can think too much about it, the grip on my forearm tightens, and Trevor hauls me up onto the platform like I’m some ninety-pound, top-of-the-pyramid cheerleader instead of six-foot-four of reasonably solid dude. It’s nuts.
My ass hits the wood, and the balmy night air warms my skin.
I take a breath and man up, forcing myself to wipe the lake from my eyes and look back to see who else is on this derelict swim dock I’ve always thought of as mine, or ours.
