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laughed and rubbed his face. “Yeah. So, you planning on getting a move on before then? Or are you waiting for the perfect person to slide down the sidewalk into your lap?” It was possible Thomas was suffering from unrealistic standards, after all. It was pretty hard to beat Noah and Chase as being the perfect boyfriends. Noah a little more perfect, though.
    “Mm,” Thomas glanced out into the backyard, then looked back at Cam. “What I told you about after the barbecue in August, that kind of panned out, but kind of didn't.”
    Vague. Still, at least Thomas was talking, and Cam wanted to encourage it. Maybe he was shy about talking about a girlfriend when everything else in the family was about boyfriends. Cam didn't want him hiding away his personal life. Or, of course, it could be a boyfriend...
    “You ever call them back, then?”
    Thomas was quiet.
    “You gotta take initiative sometimes,” Cameron elbowed Thomas. “Dude, it's been months.”
    “That's what Noah said.”
    “Aha, you've been talking to love guru Noah but not your own brother?” Cam feigned being wounded. “Or even Jackson, the lump...”
    Thomas was frowning. “Yeah.”
    “Why not?”
    “You can drop this subject anytime.”
    Cam raised his eyebrow. “Why?”
    Thomas turned to look him dead in the eye. “Just mind your own business. I asked you back then not to interfere. So don't interfere.”
    That was about as close as Thomas ever got to yelling at someone. Cameron instantly put up his hand and nodded. “Yeah. Sure. Sorry, man.”
    Thomas's shoulders sank and he rolled them a little, then offered a smile instead. “Yeah.”
    The silence between them was tense, interrupted only by clattering and laughter from the kitchen.
    Cam snorted and poked his finger in Thomas's direction, waving it around his chest. “You've got a little pent-up...”
    Thomas slapped his hand away and punched his shoulder. “Says the one who was grouchy for months last year.”
    “Well, they fixed that , at least,” Cam smirked just to make Thomas groan. Being able to have great, rowdy, red-blooded sex with Noah again was a treat. Cam had noticed that he was a lot calmer in general, so Thomas wasn't wrong. Maybe Thomas needed to get laid, too. “You know, you can take up a sport,” Cam suggested.
    “What?” Thomas had never really done sports. “Like what? Hockey?”
    “Fuck, no. They'd crush you,” Cam laughed. “You're living in the capital of outdoor sports. Snowshoeing or skiing or something. We have enough of the shit around to do something with. Arctic ice running.”
    “Is that a sport?”
    “It should be. That'd be hilarious. Even more injuries than hockey, I bet.”
    Thomas rolled his eyes but still smiled. “Fine. I've been thinking about going out this weekend and doing something just to...” he trailed off for a moment, then finished, “do something.”
    Get your mind off something? Ooh, Cam was intrigued. He knew better than to push Thomas's buttons again so soon. “Yeah, you should. Some quiet time alone might be good. Or around other people. You spend enough damn time alone.”
    “I have friends. At the bank, and the board game cafe when I go.”
    “Like once a month, when you're not reading the latest... I don't know, horror-thriller thing.”
    Thomas shoved him. “I hate horror. You should know that.”
    “Whatever the hell you read,” Cam grinned. “Nerd.”
    Thomas hauled himself to his feet and shook his head. “We should see if they need any help. God, you're like the cat who got the canary since surgery. I think you need a little less activity.”
    Cam laughed richly. “No way. I waited fuckin' long enough,” he shook his head. “Hey, maybe sports will help you meet someone and get a little more activity. Meet me in the middle,” he wriggled his eyebrows.
    “I'm ignoring you until further notice,” Thomas shook his head. Cam laughed again and followed his little brother to the kitchen. They'd all find out what