But here they were and he wasn’t ready to leave.

Cam twisted around to look at Gannon, his bicep and tricep flexing when he planted his hand down on the wooden plank. “Has this worked for you in the past?”

Gannon smiled around the lip of his beer bottle. “Actually, no. But”—he took a sip—“this is the first time I’ve tried it. How’s it workin’?”

“It’s a little stalkerish, if you ask me,” Cam said, a teasing note in his voice and a sexy smirk forming on his lips.

He liked that Cam was trying to hide his interest.

Slightly disappointed that Cam had turned back around, Gannon pondered the stalker reference for a moment. “I can see that.”

Both of them sat in silence for several minutes. The gentle lapping of the water against the wooden beams that descended below was the only sound other than their breathing. Gannon really had no idea what he’d intended to accomplish by showing up unannounced. He didn’t know what to say, what to do, what he even wanted from Cam, but he knew that he wanted to be there.

“Was it worth it?” Cam asked.

“What?” Gannon was confused.

“The trip down here?”

“Perhaps,” Gannon stated honestly. “I had no expectations.”

“Surprising.”

“Why’s that?”

“Most guys don’t bother to show up unannounced without expectations. At least in my experience.”

“I don’t know you,” Gannon conceded. “Maybe if I did, I’d know what to expect.”

And that was the problem. Gannon wanted to get to know Cam. He’d thought of little else since he’d walked out of the marina office two days ago. Anyone who knew him would say that was way out of character for him. Gannon’s entire life revolved around his work. He could spend endless hours working with developers, tossing around ideas, trying to come up with a newer, more advanced game that the gamers would go crazy for.

He definitely didn’t sit around thinking about a guy he’d spent a few minutes in the same room with.

At least not until Cam.

“Are you at least flattered?”

From his profile, Gannon could see Cam smiling.

“I’m not sure that’s the word I’d go with.”

Gannon chuckled, remembering the argument he’d had with himself about coming here. At one point, Gannon had been so taken aback by thoughts of Cam he’d pulled up the marina’s website just to see if there were pictures of him. And there had been. A lot of pictures. He’d learned some interesting things during the half hour he’d spent cruising the site, educating himself on the marina, its inception, who the men were who ran the place. And he had to admit, he’d been intrigued to learn that Cam was one of the owners.

After that, he’d managed to find Cam’s social media pages, and he’d spent nearly an hour going through previous posts and pictures, soaking it all in.

Okay, fine. Maybe he’d been stalking the guy. A little.

Even after all that, though, it hadn’t helped to alleviate any of Gannon’s curiosity. So, he’d done the only thing he could do in this instance. Drive.

All the way here to see Cam.

Yes, Gannon could see the crazy in that.

Cam didn’t say anything, and Gannon took that as his cue to keep quiet. There was a strange vibe coming from Cam, something that Gannon couldn’t translate. He wasn’t sure if Cam was pissed or happy. Maybe neither.

It didn’t change the fact that he had done what he’d wanted to do and he refused to be ashamed of that fact.

Seven

Possibly for the first time in his life, Cam was at a loss for words. He didn’t know what to say to Gannon, didn’t really understand why the guy was there. Gannon had said it was to see him, but Cam wasn’t sure what that even meant.

Yes, maybe Cam was being a little cynical, but he couldn’t help it. This wasn’t the first time he’d met a man who lived a good distance from the small town Cam called home. From his experience, relationships—sexual or otherwise—didn’t work with long distances between them. An hour, in Cam’s opinion, was a long distance. And that made Cam wary.

Probably not fair to Gannon, but it had been the first thing that had popped into his head.

So, what was Gannon really after? Did he want to ask him out? Was he hoping for a quick hookup? Did he simply want to talk?

He would’ve started pelting Gannon with those very questions, but silence had descended, and it wasn’t as uncomfortable as he’d expected it to be. So rather than dig in to the man’s reasons for showing up, Cam sat there, staring out at the water, sipping his beer, inhaling the sexy-as-fuck cologne Gannon wore, and listening to Gannon breathe.

All in all, not a bad way to spend a Sunday evening.

While his body hummed from their proximity, every cell aware of Gannon beside him, Cam told himself that this was definitely an interesting turn of events.

Yeah, he had dated clients before, once or twice, but usually he’d been the one to make the first move once he got the green light. In fact, most of the men he’d dated, he’d been the one to ask them out, not the other way around.

Not that Gannon had asked him out, but he got the feeling that was coming. Or maybe it wasn’t, and now his cynicism was masquerading as optimism. Then again, how could he not think that when the man he’d been fantasizing about nonstop for two days just showed up out of the blue and was now sitting on the dock drinking a beer with him because he’d wanted to see him?

Cam still couldn’t believe it.

“So, is this what you do on Sunday nights?” Gannon asked, that deep baritone sliding like warm water over Cam’s skin.

“Sometimes,” he said, not bothering to look over at him. “What about you?”

Gannon laughed, and again, the rough sound had a spark of awareness shooting through him.

“You mean do I show up unannounced and ask an attractive man if he’d like to go out sometime?”

Cam smiled, hiding it behind his beer bottle. “Is that what you’re doin’?”

“Maybe. And if I was?”

Cam peered over at Gannon, lifting an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. He damn sure wasn’t going to make it easy on the guy. Not because he didn’t like him. He did. More so because he was skeptical about anything that could possibly come from this.

“What would you say?”

Cam shrugged. “Depends on if it’s hypothetical or not. I don’t do hypothetical.”

“What do you do?”

Ah, hell. A frisson of awareness streaked through him, attacking every nerve ending, lighting him up like a football stadium on game night, and instructing his blood to make a quick detour south. Cam’s cock swelled, the obvious intent of that question making his blood heat.

Was this cute guy really hitting on him?

Then it occurred to him. Maybe Cam wasn’t actually sitting on the pier. Maybe he was in his bed, sleeping. And this was a dream and when his alarm went off he’d wake up.

Reaching down, Cam pinched his hand. Ouch.

Nope. Not a dream.

He took another drink, trying to fight the smile.

He had to admit, Gannon wasn’t what he’d expected. The man he remembered from the other day had been rather shy when he’d come into the marina with his assistant, but this guy … the one sitting beside him now was anything but shy.

“I don’t do one-night stands,” Cam finally told him.

“Good,” Gannon said, but he didn’t expand on it.

For a few minutes, the two of them sat like that, no one talking. With each passing second, the awkwardness seemed to be intensifying; however, it was rather nice. Cam didn’t feel pressured to have to say anything, though there were plenty of questions running through his head. Yes, part of him was flattered that Gannon had come here looking for him. The other part was curious what the man had in mind. Based on his response to Cam’s statement about not doing one-night stands, he had to think that Gannon wasn’t looking for one, either, but he couldn’t be certain.