Page 50 of Tell Me Again
Had Trevor thought the famous—infamous in all fairness—chef was the sophisticated one in this pair? Now he could see clearly that under Ben’s tailored clothes and expensive watch beat the heart of a true brawler. Ty, on the other hand, seemed almost uncomfortable at his friend’s veiled innuendo.
“If you’ve got something to say,” Trevor answered, looking between the two of them, “don’t beat around the bush. Sam’s girlfriends were certainly willing to lay it all out there.” He paused then added, “Actually, Kendall and Chloe weren’t the ones to give me the most grief. That prize went to—”
“Let me guess,” Ty interrupted. “Jenny was with them?”
Ben chuckled. “Sorry, man. Chloe forgot to mention that. If Jen got to you already, we didn’t even need to make the trip.”
“Except Kendall and Chloe said we had to,” Ty added a little sheepishly.
“You always let your wives and soon-to-be wives order you around?”
The men glanced at each other and then both laughed hysterically. “It’s easier that way,” Ty said when he straightened again.
“Are you going to behave with Sam?” Ben’s voice was deceptively friendly.
Trevor narrowed his eyes. “Exactly what do you mean by behave?”
Ty shook his head. “Shit, Ben. They’re together already.”
Ben let out a string of creative curses. “Let’s cut to the chase. Do I need to kick your ass?”
Trevor’s mouth curved despite himself. He should have been angry at both the implied accusation and the outright threat. Instead he liked having more evidence that Sam had a strong support system. The woman thought entirely too little of herself, so it seemed even more important that her friends had her back. Her friends and their misguided men.
“Where’s your third musketeer?” he asked instead of answering.
Both men appeared confused by the question.
“Doesn’t the redhead have a knight in shining armor to come after me as well?”
Ty grimaced. “Not exactly, and the guy Jenny would send in here is more likely to ruin you financially than anything else.”
“You’ve heard of Owen Dalton?” Ben asked.
“The techie genius?” Trevor whistled. “Of course I have. Everyone’s heard of Dalton Enterprises. That’s who Jenny’s involved with?”
“Was,” Ty clarified. “She sort of—”
“Seriously?” Sam came charging into the room, her expression a combination of disbelief and disgust. “David told me you two had come this way looking like two of the four horsemen of the apocalypse.”
Trevor thought about her friends as Macbeth’s witches and had to stifle a laugh. Apparently not well enough because Sam leveled a look at him.
“Dude, shut it,” Ty muttered.
“Not cool,” Ben added.
“What’s not cool,” Sam said, making exaggerated air quotes on either side of her head, “is Kendall and Chloe sending you here to fight my battles.”
Trevor threw up his hands. “What battle? There’s no battle.”
Ben glanced at him. “So I don’t need to kick your ass?”
“You’re welcome to try,” Trevor shot back. “Unless you need your face pretty for the cameras.”
“He’s on hiatus,” Ty offered helpfully.
“Enough,” Sam said. “All three of you can put your little saucy dangles away. Mini-sword play is done for the day.”
“Little,” Trevor sputtered.
