Chapter 6

“I was just a kid then,”Trey says.Greg glances up to find his friend staring openly at him,his own menu untouched.“I’m older now,and I know what I want.What I’ve always wanted.You.”

A foot nudges Greg’s beneath the table.Suddenly his palms feel damp and sticky—he wants to wipe them on his pants to dry them off but doesn’t.Hoping to keep the conversation light between them,at least at first,Greg jokes,“And here I thought you only came to play golf.”

Trey sighs,exasperated.“You want to talk golf?Fine.I’m here with a few guys I knew at State.We used to tee off during finals to relax,and when my dad got the tournament brochure in the mail,I thought why not?It’s a chanceto get back together again with old friends,you know?And yes,I mean you.I saw your name on the registration form and wanted to see you again.”

“Trey—”