Page 13 of If Only In Our Dreams

He blinked, eyes narrowed. “So you’re not afraid of nail polish or size queens,” he nodded playfully. “Hmm.”

“Gay sex of any kind doesn’t scare me.” I stared down at him as we reached the doors. “You’ll have to try harder than that.”

It took me a second to realize what I’d just admitted, but Robin took it in stride easily.

“What about spiders? You afraid of spiders?” There was approval written all over his face, like I’d passed some sort of unspoken test.

“No.”

“Snakes?”

“No.”

“Needles?”

“I’m a doctor, so no.” A brisk breeze assaulted us the second we stepped outside. I could see Trent’s truck at the end of the procession, slowly approaching. Relaxing a fraction, I twisted to look at Robin. Took him in, every last beautiful detail because I knew our time together was coming to an abrupt end.

“A doctor?” Robin grinned. “Big hands, big dick, not afraid of gay sex, would wear nail polish, writes smut, and is adoctor.” His cheeks grew a little pink, like it took him repeating what he’d said out loud to realize how blatantly he was flirting—if he was even flirting at all. Maybe he simply didn’t have a filter? “Your wife is very lucky.”

“No wife,” I corrected as Trent’s truck pulled even closer.

“Husband?”

“No husband.”

“Boyfriend?” Robin’s eyes danced. “Girlfriend?”

“No and no.”

And then, because he was apparently gorgeousanda shithead, loud enough to frighten the birds hopping along the sidewalk, Robin shouted, “Commitment!”

I stared at him, flabbergasted.

Trent pulled up, the truck parking as he moved to hop out. I only had my backpack on me, so I didn’t need help carrying anything. But I couldn’t do anything more than stare at Robin as I tried to figure out what the fuck he was doing.

“Still not scared?” He frowned. “Damn, thought that would’ve gotten you for sure.”

“Oh my god.” I couldn’t stop staring.

Had he been trying to frighten me with the wordcommitment?

Who does that?

Robin, apparently.

“Ben,” Trent addressed me with a grin. Trent was my little brother—but not by much, at least size-wise. Wider than me, and only slightly shorter, Trent towered over Robin as easily as I did. It wasn’t until Trent said my name that I realized I hadn’t properly introduced myself.

“You must be Robin,” Trent said, turning his attention to my small companion.

How did he know?—?

Was he a fan of Robin’s music too?

Trent’s easy smile was welcoming, and it took me a solid ten seconds to get past my shock and realize that there was a second reason Robin looked so damn familiar.

Oh.

“I’m Trent,” Trent said, holding a hand out to him. “It’s so great to meet you. Miles has been so fucking excited you’re coming home to visit.”

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