Lucas stepped around the corner before either of them could get clever with metaphors again.
The silence that followed was casual, which only made it worse. Dax turned first, of course, with that damned grin already curling at the corners of his mouth like he'd been expecting this exact moment and had already drafted ten alternate punchlines in his head.
"Ah," Dax drawled, all charm and amusement. "Saved by the husband. Good timing, Lucas, we were just discussing interior design."
Trevor didn't look surprised. He didn't look guilty either. His gaze met Lucas's the way it always did: steady, measuring, waiting for Lucas to ask.
Lucas's eyes narrowed faintly. "I like this hallway. I'd prefer if we didn't paint it with someone's ceiling art."
Dax let out a low whistle. "He did hear it."
"I have ears, Dax. And a fairly vivid imagination."
