The outer door banged.
The read-through had turned into general mockery and chat—Luca found far too much amusement in Aaron’s girlfriend issues—and it had naturally coursed back around to Tav and how likely he was-or-was-not to punch Aaron in the face when Aaron did the deed and kissed Luca. Luca voted not very likely. Aaron voted he’d need cosmetic surgery. Luca had said he needed it anyway, so when the door banged, they were scuffling on the stage.
“Speak of the devil,” Luca said dryly, peeling Aaron off him, then the inner door rattled and popped open, and Tav appeared. And only Tav could pull off trainers, blue football shorts, and a heavy black hoodie. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Mud was streaked up Tav’s knees, and his hair was ruffled by the wind outside. He was flushed, and the reddened effec
