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I’ve fallen hard for you too, and you figured that out when I went with you to meet your family.

Dorian could hide behind his Dorianisms all he wanted—Jamie had his number.

Joy pulsed in Jamie’s veins in tune to his heartbeat, and he pulled Dorian close and kissed him again, licking his way into his mouth and eliciting a drawn-out groan from Dorian that made Jamie wish they were somewhere more private.

Until a wolf whistle brought them up for air. Jamie scowled at Brawsiski and flipped him off as Brawsiski pushed the exit door open with a laugh.

“Hey, do you want to have drinks with my team— Wait.” Jamie glanced around. “Where’s Gio?”

“He and your coach’s husband got talking about brass instruments.”

“Brass... what?”

Dorian shrugged, appearing as puzzled as Jamie felt. “I don’t know. But they’re still up in the suite talking.”

“Does Gio play an instrument?”

“You’re asking me? He’s your best friend. All I know is that they were talking about the tuba when I left.”

Jamie texted Gio to get his butt down here so they could go for drinks—and to bring Coach Stanton’s husband with him if they wanted to continue their conversation at the bar—then inched into Dorian’s space. “What do you think we should name my dog?”

Dorian’s smile was the sun and the moon, all rolled into one. “I knew you’d see things my way.”

Jamie had a feeling he always would.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

There were people in Dorian’s house.

A lot of people.

He was used to Jamie’s presence, but there hadn’t really been an adjustment period with Jamie.

Adriana was still here too, for some reason. She was going on week three when she’d initially only intended to stay for one. She was heading back to Toronto at the end of the week, though. She’d shown Dorian the e-ticket as proof.

There was Gio too, of course, as well as Niall Jamieson, who’d arrived on Sunday for what Dorian suspected was solely to jump Gio’s bones.

And because it was Tuesday and it was Dorian’s turn to host dinner with Charlie and Matt, he had not only Charlie and Matt, but their significant others too.

That made nine people in his house—including himself—and two dogs, because Niall had brought Mona.

Everyone had congregated in his kitchen while they waited for dinner to be delivered—like hell was Dorian cooking for this many people—and he eyed them all as he got cutlery out of a drawer.

“Why are there so many people in my house?” he grumbled to Charlie. “I’m tempted to take my dog and run.” Poppy had done the smart thing and fled upstairs with Mona.

Charlie rose onto his toes to grab a stack of plates out of the cupboard. “You wouldn’t take your boyfriend?”

“He’s getting drunk with yours. He can stay behind.”

Jamie, Blair, and Matt’s guy, Pierce, were doing beer flights at the kitchen table while Adriana was holding court with Matt, Gio, and Niall, telling them all about her new business.

Dorian had a couple of people to tell about his own new business too.

It was time.

He was still nervous, but he was a little less... fearful? A little less on edge. He’d always known that Matt and Charlie would support him no matter what, but the niggle of doubt his parents had cultivated from an early age was like a persistent toothache—something that was always there in the background, silently nipping at his confidence.

But if he’d learned anything from Jamie, it was that sometimes taking a chance was worth it. Wasn’t that what Jamie had done by moving west to join the Orcas and by dating Dorian despite what had happened in Charlotte? That was some high-stakes shit.

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