Lucas blinked. "Wait—Dax?"
Trevor leaned back, letting the breeze stir his hair. "We were close. People used to assume we'd end up together just because neither of us married and we worked too well together. It didn't help that we used to share quarters on diplomatic trips and—well, we were young, dangerous, and attached at the hip. You can imagine the stories."
Lucas stared at him. "You're telling me I'm married to the Grand Duke of the North and the King of Saha was your almost-boyfriend?"
Trevor looked far too calm. "I'm just saying if we showed up together in Saha for a week, they'd probably call it a honeymoon."
Lucas narrowed his eyes. "Is this your idea of flirting?"
