Retrieving another, Cam handed it over. He watched Roan for a moment, noticing the way his forehead pinched slightly.

“What’s on your mind?” Cam inquired.

“Nada,” Roan said a little too quickly, a clear giveaway that his friend was hiding something.

“Is it Cass?”

Roan shook his head, obviously not intending to elaborate.

Cam knew better than to push Roan to talk when he didn’t want to. Roan was usually relaxed and calm, but when he was irritated, he was downright impossible to deal with.

Prime example was his argument with the printer a couple of days ago.

Rather than interrogate Roan, Cam sat silently.

“Is this enough for you?” Roan finally asked after several minutes of silence.

Cam looked over at his friend. That pinched look from before was replaced by what appeared to be confusion. “What? The marina?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Cam knew that Roan was a little restless these days, but he wasn’t sure what was spurring it on. He didn’t open up much, choosing to keep to himself most of the time, but he wasn’t good at hiding it.

“Talk to me, man,” Cam coaxed, but before he could encourage Roan more, his cell phone rang. Fishing it out of his pocket and seeing that it was Dare, he hit the talk button. “What’s up?”

“Where’re you at?”

“On the pier, why?”

“There’s, uh … someone here who wants to talk to you. I’ll send him down.”

“Who is—” Cam’s question was cut off when Dare disconnected the call.

“What’s up?” Roan’s curiosity had replaced his somberness from moments ago.

Cam shrugged. “Dare said someone’s here to see me.”

They both turned at the sound of footsteps behind them. Lulu lifted her head as well, but she clearly didn’t see the stranger as a threat because she let out a soft snort and went back to sleep.

Suddenly grateful that the sun was setting low on the horizon, casting shadows around them, Cam prayed that his surprise didn’t register as he watched the man approach.

“Who the hell is that?” Roan asked, his voice so low Cam barely heard him.

“A client.”

“Well, that’d be my cue to go.” Roan was up on his feet in an instant. “Come on, Lu. Let’s get dinner.” Without saying good-bye, Roan headed up the pier with Lulu at his side, stopping briefly to greet Gannon with a casual, “Hey, how are ya?” before casting Cam a smile, then disappearing toward the marina.

Not bothering to move from his seat, Cam took a deep breath as Gannon cleared the distance between them.

Clearing his throat, Cam found his voice. “What brings you down here? Doin’ some research?”

Gannon’s husky chuckle sent a chill dancing along Cam’s spine. That was another thing he couldn’t seem to forget about Gannon, that deep, sexy baritone.

“Actually…” Gannon began. “Mind if I sit?”

“Go for it,” Cam told him. “Wanna beer?”

“Sure.”

Cam retrieved another beer from the cooler and handed it over to Gannon. He had absolutely no idea what the guy was doing there. Had Cam somehow conjured him up from all the crazy thoughts he’d been having? Surely the guy wasn’t lost. Whatever the reason, Cam prayed his confusion didn’t show. It was bad enough he’d spent two days thinking about him and now he was face-to-face with his most recent fantasy.

Okay, no. Not fantasy.

More like…

Ah, hell.

His fantasy took a seat and… Wait, start over…

Gannon took a seat and Cam smiled to himself. Gannon had shed the suit, but he was wearing a navy blue polo, dark jeans, and … Cam fought the urge to laugh. Though he looked pretty damned irresistible, Gannon was wearing a pair of Vans that appeared to be brand new, which didn’t work well with the water lapping beneath them. Not that Cam noticed for long. Gannon’s intoxicating scent drifted past him on the breeze, and Cam’s body hardened.

“Where’s your lady friend?” Cam asked.

“My assistant?” Gannon twisted the cap off his beer.

“Yeah, her,” Cam answered, needing to keep his mind from drifting to places it didn’t belong.

“Knowing Milly, she’s probably gettin’ ready to go out.”

“What is it with going out on Sunday?” Cam mused, thinking back to Teague’s request for Cam to go out tonight.

“No idea,” Gannon said. “I’m more of the stay-at-home kind, myself.”

Cam was, too, but he didn’t say as much. Instead, he settled for, “What brings you down here?”

What Gannon said next shocked Cam to the roots of his soul, and he knew for a fact there was no way he hid his surprise that time.

Before he could think better of it, Gannon blurted the first thing that came to mind. “I wanted to see you.”

Well, hell. That had come out far too quickly, and the stunned look on Cam’s face confirmed it.

Although it was true, Gannon hadn’t intended to show up at the marina when he’d first set out from his house, but somehow he’d found himself there. Milly had attempted to get him to go out to a club tonight, but he’d turned her down, pretending he had work to do. When she hadn’t believed him, Gannon had used the it’s Sunday, tomorrow’s a workday routine. She’d finally given up.

And after nearly two hours of driving around, desperate for something to take his mind off things better left alone—namely the man now less than a foot from him—Gannon had still ended up here, despite the voice in his head telling him this was a stupid idea.

Then, as though that weren’t bad enough, for the last thirty minutes he’d been sitting in his car, staring out at the water, trying to get up the nerve to talk to Cam, wondering if he was even around.

Gannon had taken it as a sign when he’d seen another guy walk out of the marina office, locking up behind him. Figuring it was someone who worked there and he’d likely know where Cam was, Gannon had climbed out of his car, smoothed down his wrinkled polo, and made his way over, forcing his hands into his pockets in an effort to look casual.

He’d blown that all to hell when it’d taken him two tries before he managed to ask if Cam was around.

Although helpful, the guy had looked at him as though he were half out of his mind.

Perhaps he was.

And here he was, exactly where he’d told himself he shouldn’t be, no matter how much he wanted to be. On top of that, Gannon wasn’t sure what the hell he was supposed to say now that he’d revealed the truth.

“You wanted to see me?” Cam didn’t sound at all as though he believed him.

“Yes,” he confirmed. “I wanted to see you.” There. Now that there was no confusion, Gannon felt… No, wait. It didn’t help. He was still wound tight, maybe more so now.

Cam chuckled, the sexy, dark rumble reflecting what Gannon suspected was shock.

“He wanted to see me,” Cam muttered, evidently talking to himself.

Gannon didn’t say anything to that. He took a sip of his beer, then glanced down at the label. Not bad. Not exactly his thing, but tolerable. While he let the silence settle between them, Gannon peered over at Cam from beneath his lashes, trying to get a better look at the tattoos that covered the majority of his left arm, running from shoulder to wrist, revealed by the sleeveless shirt he was wearing.

“So, seriously?” Cam looked over at him, those pretty blue eyes glittering in the last of the sun’s rays reflecting off the water. “You drove an hour to … see me?”

“How do you know I don’t live here?”

Cam cocked an eyebrow.

“Fine,” Gannon admitted. “I don’t live here. I did drive an hour to see you. Wait. How did you know I live an hour from here?”

Cam turned back to face the water. Gannon grinned. Cam hadn’t been the only one interested.

“Okay, fine. Don’t answer that.” Gannon didn’t need an answer. “But is that hard to believe?”

Sure, it was a stupid question. And he already knew the answer because yes, it was apparent Cam found it hard to believe. As a matter of fact, Gannon still didn’t know what had prompted him to come all the way down to the marina just to see a man he’d spoken to for all of fifteen minutes.