him.
Trey immediately sidestepped Cyrus, taking a long pull on his beer and pretending not to notice the man.
“Come on, Trey.” Cyrus’s normally monotone voice held a hint of a whine that made Trey cringe. “I’m in town for a couple days. Can’t we just be civil?”
To Cyrus, be civil actually meant fuck.
Trey felt his blood begin to heat, but not from lust or desire. No, this was anger. Hot and potent and directed at the man who’d pretty much dumped him after revealing he now lived fourteen hundred miles away.
Rather than engage in conversation and risk punching the guy he used to fuck, Trey headed for the cluster of Walkers he’d seen on his way in. Noticing the cousin who’d waved him over was now grinning and making googly eyes with some chick, Trey detoured, heading over to where Brantley and Reese were sitting at a table with that dog trainer Reese had recently hired to help him with Tesha. Magnus something or other.
When a firm hand landed on his arm, Trey stopped, turned slowly. He glanced down at where Cyrus was holding, then met the man’s dark brown eyes.
“What’s your problem?” Cyrus asked, his voice lower than before, his grip tightening ever so slightly.
Before he could launch into all the reasons he wanted Cyrus to take a hike, he heard, “Get your ass over here, Trey,” the command coming from behind him, barked by none other than his brother, Brantley.
“I’d love to,” he said, glaring at Cyrus before shrugging off his hand.
“You’re not seriously pissed off at me, are you?” Cyrus asked, his eyes probing his face as though looking for the answer.
“I’m not pissed, Cy. I don’t give a damn one way or the other.”
“I took a job,” Cyrus complained. “I’m not sure what you wanted me to do.”
Giving him a heads-up would’ve been a good start, but Trey didn’t tell him that. Truth was, he didn’t care that Cyrus had taken a job in fucking California. Or that he’d moved and didn’t bother to tell Trey until he had a new permanent address. Trey was merely dealing with some wounded pride, that was all. And until he could get over being ghosted by a man he’d thought he had a connection with, Trey didn’t care to chat it up with him.
Because nothing good would come from this conversation, Trey turned and walked away. He took the vacant seat beside the dog trainer, doing his level best not to look at the guy.
Not an easy thing to do, he would admit. Magnus Storme was one of those guys who caused people to do a double take. Could’ve been his hazel eyes—heavy on the blue side tonight thanks to the navy-blue Henley he was wearing—or those chiseled features, the purposely stubbled jaw, or even those perfect lips. Or it could simply be the combination. Magnus was put together in a way that most men weren’t, and although some would’ve probably called him pretty if it weren’t for the previously broken nose, Trey would have to say Magnus was devastatingly handsome.
And if that wasn’t enough, the guy had a body meant to undress slowly. He figured buying T-shirts off the rack wasn’t an easy thing to do with arms that size. His chest was impressive, too. As was the fact it tapered to a trim waist, then down nicely to what was a world-class ass.
Not that Trey was looking at Magnus’s ass. The guy was sitting down, after all. But he’d gotten a glimpse the day they met and a few times since. And yeah, he’d given the man a once-over.
Okay, twice.
Three times, max.
For Christ’s sake, he wasn’t interested. He was merely acknowledging a good-looking man. That wasn’t a crime.
“Nice to see you again,” Magnus said, those hazel eyes glittering with the same charm that oozed from the guy.
Trey jerked his chin in response, tipped his beer to his lips, took another swallow, and glanced up at the bar. He was going to need another. Maybe two. Or shit, he’d just go with the whiskey. That would likely do the trick even if it would send him spiraling down a hole he didn’t want to end up in.
When he peered over at Magnus again, he saw the man was still watching him.
Just fucking great. The last thing Trey needed was this ridiculous temptation he’d been ignoring for the past few weeks, ever since he’d been introduced to Magnus.
“Mind if I sit?” Cyrus asked, pulling over a chair and not waiting