“Okay. Maybe we’ll have time for a second round of games and we can play something together,” Trevor said, sounding hopeful.
God, Chase shouldn’t let that sound so dirty in his head. Heat rushed to his cheeks, but he gave a big grin, as if it was excitement and not arousal coloring his face. “Sure, I’d like to play with you. Good luck winning the throne.”
He turned and headed toward Mike, but was only one step away when his words filtered through to reality and he realized what he’d just said.
“I’d like to play with you.”
The heat in his cheeks intensified, and it was only because he had his back to Trevor that he managed to not cover his face with his hands. Wow, Freud was right.
“Trevor say something embarrassing?” Mike asked when Chase arrived at the end of the long table. “You’re red as a beet.”