Page 147 of Slew Foot
Rafe shrugged. “No idea.”
“Do you think they’re hooking up?”
Rafe elbowed him. “If they are, it’s none of our business. Besides, Graham’sstraight.”
Tanner shrugged. “So is pasta until you put it in hot water, and that man is hot with a capital H-O-T.”
“Uhh, I thought the saying was ‘so is spaghetti until you get it wet’?” Rafe frowned.
“I mean, close enough,” Tanner said. “And, like, am I wrong?”
“Frequently,” Rafe joked.
“I mean aboutThad.” Tanner jerked his head toward where he was fiddling with some camera equipment.
Rafe shrugged. “He’s hot, yeah. But I feel weird saying that since he looks a lot like Gavin.”
“Well, theyaretwins.”
“I know, I’m just saying …” Rafe squinted at Tanner. “Dude, don’t tell me you have a thing for Thad. Isn’t he kinda old for you? He’s, like, in his forties.”
Tanner rolled his eyes. “There is a difference between thinking someone is hot and wanting to fuck them.”
“Is there for you? Do you have actual standards?” Rafe teased. “That’s news to me.”
Tanner crossed his arms over his chest. “Rude!”
“Are you two done gabbing?” Thad called out. “We’ve got some photos to take!”
Rafe jumped. “Sorry! Tanner was distracting me.” He elbowed Tanner in the ribs, then hurried back over to the backdrop they were shooting in front of where Jesse and Graham were waiting.
Tanner squawked in outrage and started arguing and it wasn’t long before Graham was laughing with them too.
By the end, Thad seemed pretty happy with the results and Rafe left to go in search of Mickey, who should be done with his meeting with Dr. Pope by now.
He found Mickey in the lounge with earplugs in, doing something on his phone. Rafe turned off the TV, then waved a hand in front of Mickey’s face to get his attention.
Mickey looked up, blinking, like he’d been lost in his own little world.
“So what is it?” Rafe demanded. “Did you get good news?”
“I don’t know,” Mickey said slowly. “Can we talk about it when we get home?”
Rafe frowned but hey, if Mickey needed a minute or whatever …
“Sure,” he said, pulling his keys out. As they left the arena and he drove them home, he told Mickey about the photoshoot and tried not to be too impatient to learn what the doctor said.
He got them home, anyway.
Tanner was there already, and he eyeballed them both when they walked into the living room. “Dude, Turtle, why do you look like you’re about to explode?”
“Because I told him I’d tell him how the appointment with Dr. Pope went when we got home,” Mickey said with a sigh.
“Oh. Uh, you want me to leave?” Tanner asked. “I mean, I wanna know too but if you need to talk to Rafe first or something, that’s cool. I get there are probably boyfriend privileges or whatever. And I don’t mean the sex kind.”
Mickey’s smile was weak. “No, it’s okay. You can stay.”
“So is it bad news or something?” Rafe asked.
