Chapter 18

“Um, the job is pretty lame, but I get by on eating dark chocolate.”

“Yeah? Well, I’d love to hear about it,” Tristan said, playing it smooth. “Maybe we could catch up over dinner tonight? Why don’t you and Pip come over in about an hour?”

Rain laughed and his green eyes sparkled. “Sold.” He lifted his chin. “To the gentleman in the snazzy black suit.”

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Anxious about dinner with Tristan, Rain poked his head in Pip’s open bedroom door, trying to keep his excitement from showing too much. “Are you ready?”

Pip turned around. He was wearing those jeans which were too short for him and that old Pokémon T-shirt Rain wished he’d given away to Goodwill when he had the chance. Pip’s socks didn’t match, either.

What was it with them and socks? Rain decided he’d go through their drawers this weekend and pair every sock up. Yes, that was what he’d do, and then of course, all their problems would magically be solved.