“One more question.” Steven stalked closer. “What do you plan to do when this ends?”
When, Isaac noted, not if, and damn it if that didn’t churn his stomach.
He never thought about it ending. Never thought about what they were doing, period, because they didn’t talk about it, had a silent agreement to not poke that bear until forced to.
Steven had no problem shooting the bear in the eye.
“Are you saying you’re planning to force it to end?” Isaac asked coolly.
“No. Though I have to say, Ford, you’re not as duplicitous as I’d been led to believe.”
“What?”
“You have very subtle tells,” Steven said with a…smirk forming? “Most people wouldn’t notice. It’s what caused you to react that interests me, because this isn’t blowing off steam like I thought the other night.”
“Other night?” Andrew turned, shocked, to his brother.