Page 16 of What We May Be

Sean inclined his head in acknowledgement. “I’ll also talk to Marsh.”

“Marsh?”

“Jeff’s son, Emmitt Marshall. He’s a colleague and the friend I’m here for. Charlie didn’t mention him?”

“She said, ‘Sean is back’ and everything kind of went red.” Grinning ruefully, he circled a hand in front of his face, then did the same in front of Sean’s. “Sorry about the hits.”

Sean playfully batted down his hand, caught it, and held it between them. “No, you’re not, and I deserved them.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“I meant what I said to both of you.” The fingers around his tightened, and Trevor’s emotions warred again—stay mad or stay close. “I’m not here to cause trouble.”

“And yet you always do.”

“Not this time.”

“Sure, Sean.” Fighting the good fight, staying strong for himself and Charlie, Trevor withdrew his hand and turned for the door. “I’ll ask around campus, discreetly, and get back to you.”

“Thanks. I’d appreciate it.” He was halfway to the door when Sean called after him. “Hey, Trevor, what could—”

Trevor didn’t want to hear the end of that question. Didn’t want the dozen more it would plant inside his head. He blocked out the words and slammed the door shut behind him.

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