Regardless, Cam still found him sexy as hell. Even the boat shoes. And the glasses.

Especially the glasses.

“The rest of our team’ll be here in the next few minutes,” Milly informed them. “I figured I’d give you a heads-up first.”

Cam’s eyebrows lifted as he waited for her to continue.

“They’re a bit of a nerdy bunch,” she relayed with an affectionate smile.

Dare nudged Cam’s elbow, causing him to look over.

Milly continued, “Not that they’ll attempt to hide it. They’re gamers, and they don’t get out as much as they should. And yes, don’t worry, I advised them to bring a sufficient amount of sunscreen.”

The corners of Dare’s mouth slowly turned up as Milly spoke, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Well, they’re in good hands,” Dare told them before turning his attention to Cam. “I’m headin’ over to help Holly set up. Then I’ll be out for a couple of hours. Holler if you need me.”

Cam nodded to his friend, then said to Gannon and Milly, “The boat’s in slip fourteen. I’ll meet you there in a few, if that’s cool?”

Gannon didn’t respond, simply turned and headed out the door. Cam watched as the couple walked outside, the door closing behind them.

Instead of following them out, Dare took the opportunity to do what Dare did best. “Holy fuck, man. That guy’s a helluva lot younger than I thought he’d be. And hotter. Please tell me he’s single. And gay.”

He was hot, all right. Cam couldn’t deny that. And gay, as far as Cam could tell. As for single, Cam honestly didn’t know, but based on their flirting, he assumed so. Still, he was also the polar opposite of Cam’s type.

Then again, Cam didn’t necessarily have a type these days. He spent most of his time working, the rest hanging out on the lake. He’d come to the conclusion that he’d entered a phase of his life where he wasn’t interested in one night with a guy he’d likely never call again. He’d had more than enough of that shit when he was younger. Instead of serial dating, he’d become more isolated, although his friends had dubbed this new phase as his reckless phase. Instead of promiscuity, Cam spent his time testing his own limits, mostly taking on adventures that he’d added to his bucket list years ago.

Sometimes it was still hard to believe he even had a bucket list, but at his age, he figured it was time to start checking those things off. He wasn’t getting any younger.

And nailing a young, hot guy wasn’t on that list.

“Have fun out there,” Dare said as he pressed his back into the glass door that led to the outside. “Don’t do anyone I wouldn’t do.”

Cam barked out a laugh. It wouldn’t have been so funny if Dare hadn’t been as sexually inactive as they came. Seemed they’d all been going through a drought these days. All except Teague, but the guy was young and … well, Cam tended to think of him as the reckless one, although he’d never be the one to tell Teague that.

“See ya,” Cam called to Dare as the door closed behind him.

After unlocking the box that housed the keys for the boats, Cam grabbed what he needed, relocked the box, snatched his sunglasses from the counter, and headed out. He flipped the sign on the door to show they’d be back later before locking it behind him.

As he headed down the pier to the boat, Dare’s words replayed in his head.

Don’t do anyone I wouldn’t do.

He smiled to himself as his eyes scanned the group for Gannon. When he found him, he had only one thought: Houston, we might have a problem.

While his group of geeky gamers—as Milly so lovingly referred to them—chatted about whatever it was that had sparked their interest this morning, Gannon kept his eyes trained on the pier, waiting for Cam to join them. He wasn’t disappointed when the man appeared, either.

From the instant Gannon had stepped into the Pier 70 Marina office a short while ago, he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off Cam. For the third time in less than a week.

Cam looked … just as he had last week. Only hotter. If that were possible.

His short, dark hair—cut a little longer on top than the sides and back—had been mussed as though he’d run his hands through it a few times. Gannon had initially wondered if it was due to stress, but when their gazes had collided, Cam’s navy blue eyes had sparkled with mischief and curiosity. With his rugged good looks and massive physique, he was pretty damn irresistible, which was part of the problem.

And the tattoos on his muscular arms…

Yeah, those were sexy as fuck.

The mostly black ink curled over his sun-bronzed skin in various designs. Gannon had never been quite so compelled by tattoos, but on Cam, they only drew his attention, made him wonder what other parts of his body were tattooed and whether or not he’d get the chance to find out one day.

The hell of it was, Gannon couldn’t stop thinking about him. About what it would feel like to slide his tongue past those smooth lips, about how Cam would respond from beneath him, begging and pleading for Gannon to give him what he needed.

As Cam came nearer to the group, Gannon did his best not to continue eyeing him. Not that Gannon had to worry much about anyone paying attention to him today. The people who worked for him tended to be centrally focused on one thing, and it definitely wasn’t him. Thank the video game gods for that, because Gannon was positive his interest was written all over his face. He’d thought about Cam nonstop for days, half tempted to do a little more digging, find his number, and call him up just to hear the sound of his voice.

But he’d managed to avoid doing that for this reason. He’d wanted to feel—just to assure himself it hadn’t been his imagination—that same powerful, gut-clenching punch that he’d felt the first time he’d seen Cam.

He hadn’t been disappointed.

Today was going to be a test, though. As much as he wanted to draw out this stage, Gannon doubted he could keep his distance for too long.

“Y’all ready?” Cam asked when he approached. “I stocked the boat this mornin’ with life jackets and supplies.”

“Did you get my list?” Milly questioned.

Cam smiled at her, and for an instant, Gannon wished that grin had been directed at him, but he shoved the notion away.

“I did. The first-aid kit is all stocked up, and we’ve got nine Pier 70 hats waiting. We’re all set.”

Gannon glared at Milly, but she didn’t look at him.

Instead, she made them both laugh when she offered Cam a fist bump that he returned with ease and then turned toward the boat. She was always telling them they were too nerdy for their own good, something Gannon couldn’t dispute, but the trying to be cool part… Nah. He knew he couldn’t pull it off, even if he’d wanted to.

Minutes later, they were all safely on board the large pontoon boat, filling the benches that lined the outer walls, pulling on the Pier 70 caps that were, indeed, waiting for them. Taking a seat in a chair near Cam, Gannon stared at the hat and pretended to relax while Cam masterfully steered the boat out of the dock, heading for open water.

The day couldn’t have been nicer. Although there was a chance of storms in the forecast, you couldn’t tell it based on the cloudless blue skies overhead. If they were lucky, Mother Nature would hold off for a few hours. Despite the fear of falling in, Gannon actually found himself looking forward to a little time on the lake. It’d been months since he’d taken any time off. Not that he considered today a day off with the top video game designers at Burgess Entertainment sitting less than ten feet away, but still. It was something other than his regular fourteen-hour day in the office, which was a nice change.

“So, Dare tells me you own a video game company,” Cam prompted, a clear attempt to make conversation once they were in open water.