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Although she’d never mentioned liking animals, Trenton could picture her with a dog hopping up on her lap.
Blake frowned, rooting around in his pocket until he pulled out his vibrating phone. “Hey, Damon. Yeah, we’re here with him now. Hold on. I’ll put you on speaker.”
As Blake leaned forward to put the phone on the table between them, Damon’s voice came out of the speakers. “Well, he better be shitfaced or something. Scared me. Trent never not answers.”
Trenton sat on the carpet and leaned against the couch, his legs stretched out. “I drank a whole bottle of gin.”
“He was asleep on the floor of the kitchen when Celia found him.” Malcolm spoke up so the phone could catch the words.
Blake frowned. “How did she get in when we couldn’t? The chain was on.” He nudged Trenton with his foot. “Did you get up for her, but not us?”
Trenton rubbed his fingers against his forehead. “I don’t think so. I remember the tile feeling cool to the touch when my eyes opened.”
Malcolm chuckled. “Celia knows how to pick locks. I forgot about that. She had to learn when she was a kid, with her mom constantly locking her out.”
“Your cousin, Celia?” Damon asked through the phone. “Is she back in town, with those bedroom eyes of hers?”
“Shut up, Damon,” Malcolm said, though there wasn’t any heat behind it.
Their friend laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on her? She’s your cousin.”
Malcolm groaned. “So all of you thought I wanted to have sex with her?”
“Well, yeah,” Damon said. “The shared blood thing held you back, but I always assumed that was part of why you hardly dated.”
“I never wanted to have sex with Celia.” Malcolm closed his eyes with a heavy sigh.
“Well then, it’s a good thing someone else fucked her, right?” Blake asked.
“Oh shit,” Damon said. “Tell me you didn’t, Blake. We all knew she was off limits.”
“Not me.” Blake’s head shifted on the couch as he stared at Trenton.
Heat gathered in Trenton’s stomach. “Don’t talk about Celia that way. I didn’t fuck her.” The word made the room spin, and Trenton swallowed against it.
“What would you call it, then?” Blake asked with a smirk in his direction. “Making love?”
Trenton didn’t blush at the term. Memories flashed through his mind, and he shifted where he sat. “Yeah. I guess I would.”
“Wait, Trent and Celia?” Damon sighed through the phone. “I’ve been away too long.”
“It just happened,” Blake said, grinning up at the ceiling. “That’s why Trent forgot about the anniversary. Sudden, mind-blowing sex after three years of abstinence rotted his brain.”
Malcolm covered his face with his hands. “Let’s please stop talking about this.”
“I never gave Blake any details,” Trenton told them, though the description wasn’t wrong. He could barely think of anything but having her again when they touched. “Besides, it’s over. Celia deserves better than what I can offer.”
“Don’t you think she deserves to decide that?” Malcolm asked, sitting up straighter.
Trenton stared at him.
Blake reached for the bottle. “You were always upfront about it, right? You know, the still loving Emily stuff?”
“I didn’t hide anything from her,” Trenton said. “I wouldn’t do that.”
“That wouldn’t be our Trent.” Damon laughed. “The oblivious lady killer. Always ignoring come-ons and sexual advances. Didn’t Emily have to get naked before you realized?”
Trenton let his head fall back. “I can’t believe I told you guys that.”
