Just as I knew he would, he pulled into the driveway and almost immediately disappeared into the house. Damn he looked hot – even from this distance. I absolutely loved it when he turned up wearing his bike leathers. I swear – if we ever got together (fat chance of that, I know) I’d have him wear them on dates…
“Go and set the table, Toby.”
He rolled his eyes, “Can’t we just sit around with trays on our laps like a normal family?” he complained.
I chuckled, “No – I want us all around the table – Tate’s going to be here soon – he’s gone to see Maddie – and Will’s gonna be here soon, too. Sit him opposite Tom.”
Toby sniggered, “Sure – maybe they’ll play footsie under the table.”
Trey about choked on his drink. I frowned at the pair of them, “What are you two on about?” I asked.
Toby looked at Trey in alarm and then he looked back to me. His jaw was slack and he looked like he’d been totally caught out.
“What?” I asked, sensing that they totally knew something I didn’t, “What’s the matter?”
He frowned at me, “You really don’t know?” he asked.
I looked back at him wondering what the hell he was on about, “I don’t know what?” Seriously, what the hell?
“Tom,” he said, “he’s gay. He’s fancied Will from the first moment he ever laid eyes on him…”
My jaw about hit the worktop. I was absolutely gobsmacked. Well, no – not totally gobsmacked that he was gay – I’d had an inkling that Tom wasn’t quite as straight as the rest of us for years, but I had no idea he had the hots for my best friend… “How do you know that?” I asked him incredulously.
Trey and Toby both rolled their eyes simultaneously, “How did you not know?” they asked in unison.
I frowned, “You two still get on okay, don’t you?” I asked, trying my hardest to look worried and not to laugh at his expression, “I mean – I know he’s not the chatterbox he used to be around you…”
Will coloured up so much it seemed almost cruel to not let him in on the secret that we all totally knew he and Tom had wanted to get it on for years and we were giving them the green light tonight…
Trey had been singing, “Tonight’s the night,” by Rod Stewart all week whenever it had just been the three of us. He was the most excited out of all of us for Tom – but he absolutely idolized him, so I guess it was all good.
I sometimes wondered about Trey – I had a good idea that he was straight – but it wouldn’t ever surprise me if he brought a guy home sometime, instead. He was so accepting. I loved him for that.
Toby wasn’t unaccepting – he was just totally different. He’d never had a girlfriend. He was just in love with Robyn Reece. An actress. Yeah, I know – never gonna happen…
The fact that she was now a famous actress and so far out of my league really should have made me take a reality check – but I’m Toby Fletcher – and reality checks just don’t register with me. I blame it on my upbringing…
I was totally used to calling the shots. Women fell at my feet – not the other way around. What the hell was going on here?
I took my pint off the bar where I’d set it down and took a sip. I nodded approvingly – the girl could totally keep beer.
She was smiling at me with one eyebrow raised, “Good, huh?” she asked, amusement tingeing her tone.
I grinned back at her, “Yeah, very good.” I admitted, “So – do you ever, like, get a day off?” Oh my God – I was at it again. I really wanted to take her out on a date.
She cocked her head to one side, “Are you asking me out on a date?”
She was forthright too – a quality lacking in most of the girls I’d dated so far – they were all the same really – coy and giggly and wanting something from me I didn’t want to give them – my heart. This girl, however, didn’t seem to want anything from me except to talk and to get to know each other...