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“No.”

“Oh, you totally are.”

“Knocking them out would be quicker. That’s all.”

“Yeah. Sure.” Trev adjusted his shirt and rolled his eyes.

The suit did fit well, though Trev had declined wearing any of Jupiter’s ties. He left the top few buttons undone and tried to clean up his boots. The outfit wasn’t perfect, but it was at least tolerable now.

“Don’t suppose you have any eyeliner?” Trev asked.

“Check the bathroom,” Jupiter replied. “One of my cousins stayed here a few weeks ago. She left a ton of crap in there.”

“You let your cousin stay in your room?”

“It’s not my room,” Jupiter said sourly. “It’s a guest room, and I’m a guest too, remember?”

“Let me guess.” Trev pressed his fingers to his temples as if he was trying to read Jupiter’s mind. “You have your own nice bachelor pad with a big screen TV, no art on the walls, plastic silverware, and lots of beer cans everywhere?”

Jupiter grinned. “The beer cans are in the recycling bin. What kind of monster do you think I am?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m going to get changed. Oh! And I got you something.” Jupiter smirked. “It’s downstairs though.”

“Oh?” Trev narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“It’s in the kitchen actually. Which gives us a nice reason to go down there and take a peek around, make sure the keys are where they’re supposed to be.”

“In the kitchen?” Trev’s stomach grumbled. “Is it food? Please tell me it’s food.”

“There will be plenty to eat at the party.” Jupiter headed to the bathroom with a suit draped over his arm. “Try not to chew on the walls while I’m gone, okay? And don’t try to escape either.”

“Not making any promises.” Trev batted his eyes after Jupiter.

Once Jupiter shut the bathroom door, it was weirdly tempting to make a run for it. He knew he had to stick to the plan and wait, but still. He was putting a lot of trust in Jupiter, and he hoped it didn’t bite him in the ass.

If nothing else, Trev wished he had a backup plan.

Kick Jupiter in the nuts and bolt?

Maybe if this was yesterday or when all of this had started, Trev would have considered it more seriously. But now he found himself wanting to see how things played out, to put his trust in Jupiter to the test and let the pieces fall where they may.

Trev didn’t usually gamble like this…

Not unless he was sure he’d win.

Jupiter stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a fresh suit and tie with his hair neatly pulled back. It was black on black like Trev’s own, and Jupiter looked absolutely delicious. Trev must have been staring because Jupiter teased, “Not bad, huh?”

Yup.

Fuck.

It was stupid how much he wanted to win big with Jupiter.

“It’s all right.” Trev shrugged. He picked up the collar. “Care to do the honors?”

“Would love to.” Jupiter smirked as he took it and unbuckled it.