Colin laughed out loud. “Are we the only two people that have to bare their throat to Sean?”
“No one has to bare their throat to me. I’m the Omega, remember? Ian was mocking me.” Sean gave Ian an elbow to the ribs.
“Have you heard from Tony and Nina for the holiday?” Ian asked.
Sean’s eyes shaded over with what appeared to be sadness. “I call, we talk, he says something nasty about Armand, and then I politely hang up.” Sean’s face fell.
“You would think he’d get over it. You’re happy and you’ve been married over a year.” Ian groused, angry at Tony for being so stubborn.
“Nina says I shouldn’t give up, that he’s coming around, but I think it’s wishful thinking on her part. I miss him, but I have you and now, Colin.” Sean sighed and stretched. “Let’s play something else.”
“I hate to bring up a sensitive topic, but I find it’s better to ask than to dig a hole so deep I can’t get out. So, at the risk of ruffling feathers or fur as the case may be, who’s Tony?”