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They’d made it their tradition to go somewhere nice, just the two of them, once a week.
    Zane damn well hated that this might be their last time.
    Trey was sloppy chic tonight in tan pants and a navy sweater vest with a rumpled white shirt beneath—tails hanging, naturally. He doffed his sunglasses as they went in, his grin and wink for the very gay maître d’ scoring them a window table. Tonight, that also made Zane grumpy, though—to be fair—he didn’t shy from using his looks to earn a perk or two.
    “You boys enjoy yourselves,” their escort cooed, handing them the prix fixe menus. “I’ll send your server right over.”
    Annoyed by the special treatment, Zane glowered at the entrees.
    “Your face . . .” Trey exclaimed, chuckling. “Why do you get angry if I let some guy think he has a chance with me?”
    “I don’t.”
    “You do,” he insisted. “And you don’t care half as much when I flirt with girls.”
    Zane flipped the page back to appetizers. “I don’t care about either.”
    Trey sat back and heaved a sigh. His hair flopped over his broad shoulders, the glossy black locks as outrageous as ever. Women went wild for the silky strands—just like they did for the Celtic tat he’d had inked onto his neck. He’d gotten the black-work knot freshman year—to prove his skin was his own, he’d said. Because Zane understood the appeal of that, he’d shut his trap on his objections. Afterwards, he’d admitted the thing was hot, but only to himself. Trey didn’t need to start thinking he knew best about everything.
    Clearly, he was thinking that now. “You care,” Trey said quietly.
    “What do you want?” Zane asked in exasperation. “Me to hold your hand in public?”
    “What I want is for you to feel like you can, to not to care if people get the wrong impression—or the right one, for that matter.”
    “I’m not you.”
    “You don’t need to be. Just be okay with who you are.”
    “Fine,” Zane snapped. “Who I am is still uptight.”
    Trey laughed and shook his head. “Point taken,” he surrendered.
    Zane’s irritation melted, as susceptible to Trey’s grin as the maitre d’. Trey was an amazing person, and he’d gotten more so in the five years that they’d been friends. Truth be told, he was sexier at twenty-two than he’d been when they were eighteen. He was taller, more filled out in the chest and shoulder. His green-gold eyes held a self-acceptance Zane wasn’t certain he’d ever share. Zane felt compelled to push life into the shape he wanted. Trey seemed content to let it unfold.
    Trey leaned forward now, lightly touching the gold-haired muscles of Zane’s forearm. “What did you want to tell me?”
    For a couple seconds, Zane couldn’t remember. Trey’s expression was gentle, his eyes familiar and trustworthy. His lashes were thick and dark, his eyebrows heavy slashes above them. Those brows made him look more dangerous than he was—not unlike the masculine stubble he rarely shaved completely. Then again, maybe Trey’s gentleness was the danger, sucking a person in, letting him think he’d stick around forever. A tingle spread from the place Trey brushed with his fingertips, pleasant sensations sliding smoothly across his skin until his cock gave a good hard twitch.
    If they’d been alone, he’d have French-kissed Trey, then fucked him like a sailor over the nearest chair.
    “The portfolio?” Trey reminded. “You said it wasn’t work.”
    “Oh, excuse me,” said a soft female voice. “If you’re not ready to order, I can come back.”
    Trey glanced at the waitress before he did. Because Zane was looking at Trey, he witnessed the subtle shock that snapped through him.
    “ Hel lo,” Trey said, his eyes widening.
    Zane jerked his gaze to the waitress too. She was on the small side; younger than they were, he thought—though he couldn’t be positive. Zane and Trey usually came off as older than their years. This girl had gamine cut blonde