The short reply let Brent know he was on the right track. “What did you think of him?”
This time there was no hesitation. “Troy’s nice. He’s the strong silent type, but very in charge and aggressive when you get him going.”
Were they still talking about insurance?
Somehow, Brent didn’t think so. “What do you think of Oliver?”
“He’s sweet. Chatty and open but a bit more laid-back than Wyatt. He’s comfortable with himself.”
There was absolutely no way they were talking about insurance. Brent had never heard any of his brothers describe insureds as “open” or “the strong silent type.” “They sound like good people. How long have they been together?”
Bryce sighed, “About two years. They dated off and on for a year before that, though. They got serious once they found the club.”
“Oliver’s a little familiar but I can’t picture Troy.”
“He’s taller than me by a few inches and built like a train.” Bryce smiled and stretched his legs out. “He looks almost as rough as Grant but blonde, kind of like you’d picture a Viking.”
Brent was starting to get a clearer picture in his head, of Troy the Viking and what was going on. “I think I can picture him. Didn’t they do a demonstration with sounds a few months ago, maybe?”
Bryce nodded absently. “Yeah, Oliver loves being taken right to the edge. He’s not a pain slut but loves that feeling of being totally owned and dominated.”
The sounding demo had been hot. Looking back, Brent remembered how in-sync the couple had been. It had been very clear that they were together and not just for the occasional scene. Had Bryce gotten involved with them? “The scene was hot. I’m surprised I didn’t remember it sooner.”
“It was. They’re perfect together.”
Brent decided that it was time to prod the conversation, or they’d be slowly going nowhere all evening. “It sounds like you got to know them pretty well. Did you meet them after the demo?”
Bryce looked away, suddenly very interested in the fence that surrounded the yard. Eventually, he glanced back at Brent and nodded. “Yes.” It was a short answer, but it was drawn out and filled with frustration.
“Want to talk about it?”
“I don’t know.” Bryce started playing with one of the buttons on his shirt, refusing to meet Brent’s eyes.
It wasn’t a no, so Brent kept going. “Was it just the once?”
“Yes.”
“Did they want more than the one time?”
“Yes.”
“Didyouwant more than the one time?”
“Yes.”
Brent was fighting back a smile, but he wasn’t that concerned since Bryce wouldn’t look at him anyway. “Did they track you down? Is that why they’re moving their policies over?”
Bryce sighed and tugged on the button, “Yes and yes.”
“Do you know what you’re going to do about it?” He figured he already knew the answer but he had to ask. Bryce just looked around the yard and sighed again. There was only so long Brent could watch him acting like Scarlett O’Hara with the dramatic sighs before he’d have to saysomething. It was his duty as a brother, after all.
“No clue.”
They were moving on to more than one word, so Brent felt like they were making progress. “Have you talked to them about it, or are you ignoring it like Calen and I did?”
“Totally ignoring it.” Bryce seemed to think it was a viable option, but Brent saw how well it worked out for him and Calen so he cleared his throat and tried to point that out.
“That has to be making them nuts.”
