Page 91 of I Blame the Club

Wes grabs the maple syrup and adds a healthy amount to the pool his pancakes are already sitting in.

“Do you like him?”

He glances up at me, concern written across his face. I squirm in my seat, not because I don’t have an answer but because the answer came to me instantly.

“You know me, Wes. I don’t do more than one night.”

He sighs, looking down to ensure his next bite is completely drenched in syrup. Wes is a lot of things, but a sugar freak is at the top of the list.

“Guess that’s all I need to know.”

I take another bite of my sandwich, letting the silence grow between us until I work up the courage to break it.

“Are you upset that he’s your lacrosse idol or because he’s our assistant coach?”

Wes drops his fork and leans back in his seat, “I’m upset because you didn’t tell me. When I was struggling with all that stuff with Trip first semester, do you know who I turned to?”

Guilt hits my stomach as he gives me a pointed look, “You. The guy who is supposed to be my brother.”

“Awe, mi amor.”

He turns away, “Don’t mi amor me right now, Nico. I’m still mad at you.”

“Can I at least thank you for executing the best code red that dorm has ever seen?” His lips start to twitch and I know I’ve got him.

“We might have to make a trip to Quebec just to break out that accent again.”

Wes turns back to me with a grin, the usual sparkle back in his gaze, “It was one of my best performances, wasn’t it?”

“Babe, if I had an Oscar, I would be handing it over right now.”

Both dimples pop out as Wes throws his head back and laughs, causing the other café patrons to look our way. I grin, reaching across the table to take his hand.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Wes. I was scared you would brush it off as another one of my inconvenient hookups.”

“Your hookups aren’t inconvenient.”

“No, but this one is. It puts you in a tough position as the team’s captain.” I release his hand with a squeeze, bringing my attention back to the half-eaten sandwich on my plate.

“But you like him?”

I sigh, “Too much.”

He shrugs, picking up his fork, “Then it’s not inconvenient in the slightest. Do what makes you happy, Nico, and we’ll make it work.”

“Don’t you mean, dowhomakes me happy?”

Wes groans and tosses his napkin at my face. I dodge at the last second, successfully ranking us as the most disruptive customers of the day.

I toss the napkin back at him, laughing, “You have to admit, I was quick with that one.”

He grins, “Not as quick as I was predicting Mo was your type.”

Damn it. He’s got me there.

Chapter 25

Mo

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