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"I'm a full-on guy."
"Roman." He latches onto my arm and stares deeply into my eyes. It's weird having such similar eyes as each other. Swear it feels like I'm staring into a mirror sometimes when I look at him. "Anything going on that I need to know about?"
"No. There isn't."
Translation: Yes, there is, but I can't tell you I'm having sex with Locky because we agreed not to tell anyone, and I can't confess I'm meddling in Locky's divorce because you'll take it the wrong way and warn me to take it down a notch based on what's happened before. But this isn't like those other times.
No. It's worse.
It's so much fucking worse.
Maybe it's brotherly intuition or purely a coincidence, but as we make our way back inside, Bishop asks, "How are things with you and Locky?"
"Same."
"No progress, then?"
"Nope."
"So you won't mind if Fulton and some of the other guys take him out next Friday."
I stop in my tracks. "Why the fuck would they do that?"
"Operation Get Locky Laid, remember?"
I groan, thinking the guys had forgotten all about that. "Thought that was just drunk talk."
Bishop claps me on my shoulder. "You've got a lot to learn about the vet boys. Two things they never joke about—animals and love. And even though they know he's not ready to date, they're on a mission to get Locky laid. If you're that pissed about it, you should tag along."
"Who said I'm pissed?"
"Your face." Bishop spins around so he's standing in front of me. "Look, if you aren't going to make a move, that's fine. But you shouldn't prevent Locky from getting out there. Dude's going through a lot. This might actually be good for him."
"Yeah. I know."
It's not my place to point out to Bishop that Lockyisgetting laid, and that it's plenty good. We agreed to keep our arrangement between us, and I fully intend on honoring that.
"You really should come along," he suggests again. "Keep an eye on things."
Seeing Locky get set up with guy after guy? Barf. But still, there's no way I won't be there, keeping an eye on things.
"Who knows? You might even have fun."
Ihighlydoubt that. "Whatever. I'll be there."
Even if it is going to be a living hell.
LOCKY
"Gus seems to be having a good time," Roman observes, tipping his head toward the stripper pole, where Gus is…well, Gus is tearing it up.
Who knew my boss, the voice of calm in an ocean of vet-inspired chaos, had such insanely good dance moves? Not to mention a body I'd kill for despite him being almost fifteen years older than me.
I didn't see when he lost his shirt, but he's gyrating and making his body move in ways that make me wonder if he's thinking of auditioning should there be another Magic Mike movie.
Tate's looking up at him with such hunger in his eyes, I doubt they'll make it home before he mauls Gus.
I turn back to face Roman. "At least one of us is."
