I was going to make a smart-ass comment about the ratty tank top and boxer shorts he was wearing, but I didn't have the energy.
Pete came out of the bedroom in a t-shirt and pajama bottoms. His cheeks were flushed red and his ginger hair was all messed up and he had fresh hickeys on both sides of his neck. At least someone got laid tonight. He furrowed his brow when he saw me.
"Are you okay, Max?" Pete asked. "What happened?"
I plopped down into the chair and Tank sat on the sofa, pulling Pete down next to him. I watched Pete automatically melt into Tank's body as Tank's arm moved around his shoulders. Envy surged through me. That's what I wanted. I wanted that with Colby.
"Everything was going great," I explained. "We were having coffee and dessert and then one of my tricks sits down
