Do you think I’m happy that you’re gay? I am not.” Kip rolled his eyes. “As if. And besides—” he lowered his voice to a whisper, leaning in “—we don’t know that Hunter is…on my team.” “Don’t we?” “No! I mean… I get hints that maybe…” “Like how we’re sitting in his personal seats because he personally gave you his personal tickets when he visited you at work for the third time this week?” Kip was blushing now. “He’s just superstitious,” he mumbled, “that’s all.”
