The One That Got Away by Rhianne Aile & Madeleine Urban

Author:Rhianne Aile & Madeleine Urban [Aile, Rhianne & Urban, Madeleine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: m/m
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2009-03-09T00:00:00+00:00

THE rest of the night was just as amusing and a little bit more charged, infusing all the men with raucous humor and teasing. While Patrick dialed back the intensity of his flirting, it didn’t stop, and Trace realized it was just in the other man’s nature. So he enjoyed it and the other guys’ ribbing, especially when he slanted his own glances David’s way.

“You’re not as bad a player as you claimed, Trace,” Jared said as they cleaned up. Trace sketched a bow, a bowl of chips in each hand.“Oh, I definitely expect you back in the game,” Matt said with a chortle as he gathered his winnings. “We get the added benefit of David being too distracted to play as well as usual.” Trace’s eyes widened a little, and he glanced to the kitchen where David was directing Jared on putting stuff away. “Oh, don’t give me that innocent look,” Matt said. “I watched you flirt with him all night after his little show of possessiveness. You did it quietly, but it was still there.”

Pausing next to Matt, Trace felt a moment of nerves. He wasn’t sure what he was getting into, only that it was exciting and new and felt different from anything he’d done before. He didn’t know if it was because he was such close friends with David already and the growing attraction was layering over that, or if it was just that David was a man. It worried Trace a little that he might be that shallow.

“Quit thinking so hard,” Matt said quietly. Trace blinked and looked down at him. Matt just smiled. “You’re gonna be fine. He already loves you.”

“Of course he does. We’re best friends,” Trace answered automatically.

Matt’s eyes twinkled. “Of course,” he replied tolerantly as he tucked the wad of bills into his wallet. “Hey, David!” he called out louder. “You need to make sure you have Trace here next time so I can win again!”

“That’s the only way you’ll ever win,” David tossed back, squeezing John’s shoulder as he walked him toward the door, waving at Patrick who was already in his car. He told himself he wasn’t pushing his friends out the door, but he wasn’t doing anything to encourage them to stay longer either. Most poker nights, someone lagged behind, and they propped their feet back with a final scotch, but tonight the only one he wanted to get alone was Trace.

Matt chuckled as he stood up and moved to the kitchen door, Trace following along since he had the bowls of chips. “I look forward to winning a lot, then,” the photographer teased, giving David a careful hug and whistling as he walked out the door with Jared, who waved at Trace and David as he left.

Trace, one bowl in hand, the other in the curl of his arm, was still staring after Matt as the man jogged down the steps. If Matt’d be winning a lot, that meant he expected Trace would be around. Would he? He was a little thrown by the immediate affirmative answer that leapt to mind.

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