Chapter 32

“You’d be good,” he said eventually.

Nick paused momentarily, and laughed. “You know nothing about this sport, do you?”

“I’m trying to be supportive,” Tab said tartly, and his stomach shivered and flooded with heat at daring to tease, and getting no reaction bigger than a smirk.

“Try away, but you suck at it,” Nick said.

Tab retreated with the camera.

“So,” Nick said, in that conversational way that made all the alarms go off. Warning! Warning! Line of conversation you’re not going to like! Evacuate all personnel immediately! “When does your boyfriend get a look-in if you spend all day behind the front desk drawing peanuts?”

Wow, Tab was just fucking telepathic today. He fought the blush, lost, and covered his face with both hands when Nick laughed.

“This is too easy.”

“You’re cruel,” Tab informed him.

“Yeah, well. We talk about girls in training. Why not boys in bagwork? Equality and all that.”