Chapter 51

As the doctor grabbed the curtain to open it and leave, Sebastian closed on him. “What about racing?”

“Racing?”

“Yeah. Stock car racing.”

Caleb eyed the resident. He didn’t say anything; the doctor just shook his head. Sebastian appeared to want to say something but Tristan and Cujo stepped in as the doctor left.

“And? Everything okay?” Tristan asked. His brow furrowed with worry.

“I’m good,” Caleb said. “Just have to take my meds he’s going to give me. We can grab something to eat, if you guys are still up for it.”

“Yeah. Candy bars don’t do it.” Tristan rubbed his belly. “I am so starving. Olivia should be getting off in a few. I’ll text her.” Tristan scooted behind Cujo, who still hadn’t said anything since the doctor left.

“How much did you hear?” Caleb asked.

“Everything. Tristan did, too. He’s just being nice.”

“Tristan is a nice guy,” Caleb said.

Caleb didn’t want to address the elephant in the room. And apparently, his husband didn’t either.