Among Friends (Mount Hope #4) Read Online Annabeth Albert

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Mount Hope Series by Annabeth Albert
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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
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“Of course.” I held his gaze. I had zero qualms about coming out to him, even if he hadn’t given me a clear clue first. “The queer community around here is small but mighty, and the Heart2Heart app keeps me connected with everyone and my Portland friends too.”

“Ah.” Tennessee swallowed hard and licked his lips. Like his eyes and hair, his lips were pale, a soft carnation pink, and I couldn’t help wondering if they turned darker after kissing. “I…uh…um…”

I chuckled. “Apparently lots we both didn’t know back in the day.”

“Indeed.” He coughed, cheeks turning almost the same shade as his lips. “Anyway, the algorithm promised to find me a soulmate by Valentine’s Day. And CUPID arranged a blind date for me, which turned out to be skating downtown by the carousel. I should have known it was doomed.”

“That doesn’t sound too heinous of a date location.” Downtown Mount Hope by the riverfront had several historic attractions, including a large old carousel that had been well-maintained for decades. In the winter months of recent years, the park that surrounded the carousel offered ice skating and a pop-up hot chocolate food truck. “I can think of way worse ideas.”

“For people with any sort of coordination, sure.” Tennessee slumped in his chair. “But somehow, I managed to face plant mere seconds after stepping on the ice.”

“Oops.” I tried not to laugh, but Tennessee had always had a reputation for being the clumsier one. Across from our seats, the wannabe grill master had been called back to an examination cubicle, but the waiting area stayed bustling. In the distance, sirens sounded. Usually, the sound would make me eager to be on shift and part of the action, but surprisingly, I was right where I wanted to be at the moment. “Hey, where’s the date now? Your soulmate?”

If CUPID had picked him for Tennessee, the dude had to be impressive. I’d heard of several happy matches started by CUPID. However, Tennessee made a sour face, nose wrinkling and lips pursing. His mouth wasn’t particularly full, but his upper lip formed a perfect little bow. I hadn’t noticed Tennessee’s appeal when we were preteens, but then I’d been a bit of a late bloomer when it came to hormones and figuring out what made my motor rev.

“Some soulmate he turned out to be.” Tennessee all but spat the words. “Gunter is definitely not my ideal match. He dropped me at the ER and split.”

“Gunter? Gunter who owns the CrossFit-clone gym downtown? CUPID gave you him?” I shook my head. The algorithm had to be malfunctioning. “He’s a jerk.”

“To be fair, I hardly gave him reason to stick around.”

“Basic decency should have been reason enough,” I said firmly. The queer scene in the Gorge was small, and I’d seen Gunter in action plenty. Not that I was the pretty-boy type Gunter went for, but I preferred to steer clear of his mountainous ego. “And I remember you being pretty fun to be around. We got up to some great adventures.”

“We did.” Tennessee offered me a small sentimental smile that made my heart swell. “I’m not nearly as daring these days though.”

“That’s a shame, but maybe you simply haven’t had a good reason.” My tone had tipped into flirty territory, so I tempered it with a friendly grin. “I remember you climbing trees and jumping off high dives.”

“Maybe I haven’t had a you pushing me to take risks.” His smile wasn’t at all flirty, but it was warmer. He was gradually becoming more comfortable, and I’d take that over any amount of banter. I nodded encouragingly as he continued, “Tell me your injury story is worse?”

“More boring. It was the annual Lonely Hearts Day at the ski slopes, and a bunch of us hit it up to snowboard.” Nearby Mount Hood had been a popular winter sports destination for generations, and this time of year, I was a regular on my days off. “I was showing off⁠—”

“Still Tate, I see.” Tennessee’s laugh was close to a giggle, which was adorable.

“Yep.” I stuck out my tongue to see if I could get another laugh. “Anyway, I misjudged my trick and took a header while trying to avoid a pack of newbies who shouldn’t have been on the larger hill.”

“I sympathize. With both you and the newbies.” Yep. There it was. Another chuckle. His laughter managed to erase the last decade and a half and made me remember how much I loved being silly and joking around with him.

“Yeah, well, usually I’m made of rubber. But I guess I’m getting old or something.” I looked down at my arm. I knew how to fall, knew not to stick my hand out, and what had I done? Stuck my hand out as I fell and likely horked my wrist as a result. “Pretty sure it’s a clean break at least, but it doesn’t feel like a normal sprain. And fuck me—sorry. Language.”


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