Page 109 of Perfect Storm
He stood in the middle of the field, getting some of his extra reps at left tackle with the second team offense, and tried very hard not to watch Aidan and Mo standing next to each other, chatting.
Levi had very pointedly not looked up Morris Jeffries when Aidan had told him about his unrequited feelings, but of course he knew of the guy. He was one of the best wide receivers in the NFL, hands down, even though he was in his late twenties. He’d lost a bit of speed, maybe, but he’d gotten smarter and craftier.
Any team would want him on their roster, and it didn’t really surprise Levi that the Thunder had decided they needed him back.
Trevor and Lane were great tight ends, but they needed a dynamite receiver to round out the offense, and there was no better choice for that position than Mo.
He stood next to Aidan, dressed in his practice uniform even though nobody really expected him to participate in the walkthrough or play tomorrow. He was laughing at something Aidan said, dark hair glinting in the late afternoon sun, eyes crinkled with amusement.
Yeah.
Levi had always passingly thought he was good looking, which felt like a huge cosmic joke now.
“Hey, you good?”
Levi looked over towards Trevor. “Yeah, dude. I’m fine.”
What was Trevor even doing out here? He didn’t need extra reps. Had he come all the way out to the middle of the field to wonder if Levi was okay?
Shit.
“You’re kind of glaring at our new wideout.”
“No way,” Levi said. Had he been glaring? God, he hoped not. And if he had been, he prayed Aidan hadn’t noticed. He was trying to be chill about Mo showing up in Toronto and glaring at the guy who might be the death of all his secret hopes was not being very chill.
“Yeah way,” Trevor retorted. He was being nice, in that particular Trevor way—pointed but with big brown kind eyes. It was the kind of thing that would put everyone else but his stepbrother, Lane, at ease.
“I . . .” Levi moistened his lips. Wishing that Zane and Ned would finish up with the backup center sometime in this century. He didn’t want to have this conversation with Trevor, even though he liked the guy.
“You’ve got a huge-ass crush on Aidan and now you’re worried Mo being back means you’re going to stop being so buddy-buddy?”
Levi made a face. Considered denying it. “Possibly,” he finally admitted.
“It’s okay, dude, I think everyone’s got a little bit of a crush on the guy. He’s Aidan Flynn, you know?”
“Who’s got a crush on Aidan?”
Oh great. Wes had wandered over now.
“Levi’s sort of down bad, but I was just telling him it’s not all that surprising,” Trevor said, still sounding so kind. So sympathetic.
Levi made a face.
“Seriously?” Wes said. At least he looked surprised.
“Seriously,” Trevor said, nodding eagerly. “He’s been staring over at Aidan and Mo during the whole walkthrough.”
“I couldn’t have done it for the whole walkthrough,” Levi protested, even though this was probably closer to the truth than he felt comfortable admitting to himself.
“If you say so,” Trevor said, and even he sounded doubtful.
When it was obvious even Trevor thought you were full of shit, it was a problem.
“You think he likes you too?” Wes asked casually. A little too studied.
Levi didn’t know what Wes thought he’d realized, but he wasn’t going to play that game. “No idea,” he said brusquely. “It’s not . . .it’s not anything.”
Wes patted him on the shoulder. “My dude, it’s okay if it’s something.”
