Page 52 of Tangled With You

“You’re surprised? The boy’s stone deep in love with you. Andhe and all of his persuasive lawyer skills are on their way over to convinceyou. You’re welcome.”

He was grinning like an idiot. “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re just all talk and no action.”

“You don’t want my action,” Trevor pointed out.

“True enough. But nice of you to offer.”

“You’re very welcome. And seriously, thanks for the slap inthe face with a wet dose of reality.”

“Just so we’re clear, I’m not saying it’ll be easy. You’llprobably have a few more panic attacks along the way. But from where I’mstanding, it seems right. And unless I’m an idiot, the man’s not going to leaveyou ever. Not if he has any say in it.”

“I like the sound of that,” Trevor admitted, wishing Olliewas already there. “I only—”

He had no idea what he’d intended to say, because suddenlyLeah’s words were spinning in his head: not if he has anything to say aboutit.

“Bobby,” Trevor said, his throat so dry he could barely getthe name out. “It’s Ollie he wants to punish for being the one Courtney wanted.And now Ollie’s on his way here, and—”

“Fuck,” Leah said. “I’ll call the team and get a lock on hisphone so we have a location. You be ready to move the second I have it.”

“On my way,” he said, already halfway to the garage, thefear that Bobby might get to Ollie first adding fire to his sprint.

“Come on, come on,” he said, banging on the dash once he wasin and moving through the parking structure toward the street. “Get me the damncoordinates.”

And then, just when he feared the call had failed, Leah wasback. “Got it,” she said. And as she directed him to Ollie’s location, Trevorstomped on the gas and tried to tamp down the terror from knowing that he mighttruly lose the man with whom he’d fallen desperately, hopelessly in love.

* * * *

Naturally, traffic was a bitch. Then again, it always was inLA. Most of the time that was just background noise. Like the sound of amosquito that eventually faded into the ambiance.

Right now, that mosquito was buzzing at Ollie’s ear, all themore annoying because there was nothing he could do about it.

He started to lay on the horn, but the car in front of himwasn’t responsible, and he didn’t need to be that kind of asshole.

He was just in a hurry. Why didn’t all these Angelinos knowhe needed to get to Trevor’s? Needed to explain to Trevor that he wasn’t goinganywhere, and the sooner Trevor realized that, the sooner he and Ollie could betogether.

Like really together.

Like All The Things together.

He shook his head, then let out a noisy breath. This time notwith frustration for the traffic but for himself. Everything that had terrifiedhim about moving forward with Courtney sounded like the most wonderfuladventure with Trevor. He wanted on that ride, dammit. He wanted the fullTrevor Package.

Before, it had been his own stupid angst and confusionholding them back. Ollie hadn’t understood what he wanted. Who he wanted.But he did now, and the realization had been one of the best smacks in the facehe’d ever experienced.

The frustrating thing was he knew Trevor saw it, too. Theywere perfect together. And not just sex—although Ollie wasn’t about to discountthat. No, they’d been friends first, and that had its own kind of intimacy. Onethat permeated what they had now.

Or, rather, what they should have. What Trevor wastrying so hard to throw away with both hands, all because that asshole Gregwalked away.

But Ollie wasn’t going anywhere.

A fact that, sadly, was true in more than one sense of theword. Because he was very, very stuck in traffic.

Well, fuck.

For that matter, fine. Maybe that was an omen. Maybe heneeded to take some action to get unstuck.

Damn right, he did.