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“The pilots are crazier, for one.”

Lake nodded knowingly. Military pilots were a special breed. Lake was honoured to be among their numbers.

“And they use Bells, whereas I specialise in the Hawk mostly but also—”

“The ARH Tiger, the CH-47F Chinook, and the MRH90 Taipan,” Grady said. “I remember.”

“You have a good memory,” Lake said, beaming. Was it weird to be proud of that? It wasn’t like he’d had anything to do with it.

“It’s a curse,” Grady said dryly.

There was a line of people going into the stands where the presentation for the seals was being held. Quinn had the tickets because he’d booked them, which Lake thought was probably the safest call anyway.

“What’s your favourite animal?” Lake asked curiously, as they got into line.

“Tiger,” Grady said immediately, squeezing Lake’s hand.

“You didn’t even think about it,” Lake accused.

“Because I already knew what it was? Why would I have to think about it?”

Lake shrugged because that was a fair point. “Mine is a panda.”

“A panda?” Grady asked. He slid an arm around Lake’s shoulders, and Lake melted into him. If he’d been a cat, he was sure he would have purred. “Why?”

“Yeah. They’re beautiful, you know? And the lengths they’ll go to for food is awe-inspiring.”

“Ooh, me too,” Will said. “Food is life. Did you know Aubrey cut me off the other night?” He sounded extremely put out.

Lake would have been put out too. No one should come between a man and his food. “Your brother is such a killjoy.”

“For a bartender, he’s not very friendly,” Will agreed. “I was paying for it; it’s not like I was just mooching.”

“Will, you put away enough food to feedtengrown men,” Quinn said dryly. “Even Peyton was getting queasy.”

“That’s not an easy feat,” Lake said in awe. “I want to be you when I grow up.”

“Please don’t,” Grady said. He tugged Lake back so that he was resting against Grady’s chest. Lake tipped his head up, and Grady pressed their lips together. “Feeding you is already a full-time job,” he murmured.

“I pay you in sexual favours,” Lake said cheekily.

Will laughed. “Damn, why didn’t I think of that?”

“You want to pay your brother in sexual favours for food?” Quinn asked, amusement dripping from his voice.

“Would it work?”

“If you ask him, make sure I’m there,” Lake said gleefully. He could picture Aubrey’s face. He’d feed Will just to make him shut up, which meant either way, it would be a success for Will.

Will pushed him, and Lake grinned broadly. “Peyton might be susceptible,” Lake said. “I don’t know Sebastian very well, but most guys will go for it, right?”

Will’s face turned speculative.

Quinn smiled and ran his hand through Will’s hair, using the hold to pull him down for a kiss. “You can ask them about sexual-favour exchanges tonight.”

“Areyoususceptible?”

“You won’t know unless you try.”