He crossed to her and kissed her cheek. “So yes or no, do I come back tonight?”

“Hm. I want you here, but we have a lot to talk about, so if Dante is fine with it…”

Trev smiled, trying to seem unfazed. A lot to talk about? What does that mean, Butterfly? “Book-wise or gossip-wise?”

“Both,” she answered.

“That’s cool. I’ll ask Dante if he can put me up. If it’s inconvenient, Titus will always let me keep his couch warm. Enjoy girls’ night, and don’t worry about anything.”

“Thanks, hon.”

After changing his clothes, he decided to eat at Seven Grand as well. He left Leanne fiercely texting with her group chat and muttering over Kalamata olives, whatever that was about. He checked his reflection and headed out, catching a ride to the bar early. Trev ordered a platter of appetizers and a big, juicy burger with a side of sweet potato fries. He’d eaten half his food when Dante showed up.

“Did you starve to death in a past life or something? You couldn’t make do with wings until I rolled up?”

“I forgot to eat lunch,” he admitted.

“Then carry on, man.”

Dante caught up when his steak and fries arrived, and they ate for a bit in companionable silence. “I was glad to get your text, to be honest. Always thought you didn’t much like me.”

Trev blinked. “Are you kidding?”

“Not even slightly. You barely talk to anyone but Titus, even during a game.”

Looking back, Trev realized that was probably right, but it had nothing to do with the other guys. “If I’m being honest, it’s because I didn’t have much to contribute. So it was better to keep my mouth shut. Besides, I was baked a lot.”

“So true. I never knew anyone to like weed more than you. Did Leanne crack down?”

Trev laughed softly. “She did tell me I can’t smoke in the condo, but she didn’t say anything about edibles.”

“I haven’t done shit since I became a dad,” Dante said. “Trying to set an example, but also, I didn’t want to give my ex anything to use against me.”

“That’s partly why I wanted to meet up.”

“To talk about my ex?”

“Not exactly. But you’re the best person for me to ask about this since I’m not tight with Miguel at all.”

“Are we tight now?” Dante joked.

“Whatever, dude.”

“Nah, I’m glad, though. It’s hard making friends past a certain age. But this is something you can’t talk to Titus or Calvin about?”

“Titus is too deep in the friend circle,” he said. “And Calvin is a player.”

Dante lifted his beer mug. “Heard that. Man gets more ass than a Greyhound bus.”

“Basically, I’m wondering, before your divorce, if you found out your wife had a secret, would you dig into it?”