All those pent up emotions released into his bloodstream when Gannon touched him.

“Waking up, alone in your bed…” Gannon’s mouth brushed his roughly. “It was hell.”

Cam smiled against Gannon’s mouth. “But at least you were in my bed.”

“Yeah? But you weren’t there for me to do this.”

Gannon cradled Cam’s face in his hands, slanting his mouth over Cam’s and stealing the oxygen from the room with a blazing kiss that had Cam’s legs shaking by the time Gannon pulled back.

“I’ll remember that next time,” Cam said breathlessly.

Gannon’s fingers stroked over his cheek, his eyes studying his face briefly. “Mornin’.”

Cam laughed at the quick turnaround in Gannon’s demeanor. Though he’d been playful, now there was a lightness that was contagious.

“Mornin’,” Cam replied softly.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” Gannon took a step back, his eyes scanning the room.

Hell, before that kiss, Cam could’ve easily answered that question. But now…

Now it felt as though all of his brain cells had been obliterated.

From one simple kiss.

Though, if he were completely honest with himself, there wasn’t a damn thing simple about it.

Roan Gregory pretended to be interested in the sheet of paper in his hand as Cam led Gannon down the hall toward his office. The moment the two men were out of sight, Roan leaned against the counter, took a deep breath, and attempted to calm his rapidly beating heart.

He felt sick. A twisting in his gut that made him nauseous. His legs were weak, his hands clammy, breathing labored. Only he knew he wasn’t coming down with the flu and he didn’t have a summer cold, measles, mumps … etcetera, etcetera. And he didn’t need to go to the doctor.

Nope, none of that shit.

Unfortunately.

No, Roan felt off-kilter because it appeared that Cam and Gannon were actually … in a relationship.

Roan’s gaze slid to the parking lot, and that fancy Lexus that was parked right next to Cam’s truck. He knew it shouldn’t have bothered him, that he didn’t have any right to worry or be jealous. Only he did and he was.

A fucking lot.

But it was his own damn fault since he’d kept his mouth shut all these years, never telling Cam how he truly felt.

The sad fucking truth was, Roan was in love with his best friend.

And it sucked hairy donkey balls.

All these years he’d lived with the knowledge that the one man he loved beyond all else couldn’t be his. Not like that. Cam was his best friend, his confidant, his business partner. The man he’d hoped he would spend the rest of his life with.

And yes, Roan was the king of all chickenshits. He’d never bothered to tell Cam straight out how he felt because … well, because he didn’t fucking know why.

Instead of laying all the sappy emotional bullshit on his friend, he’d hoped that Cam would realize on his own.

Never happened.

And so Roan had sat by, watching Cam date various men, secretly hoping things wouldn’t work out. Not because he wanted Cam to get hurt. That was the last damn thing he wanted. No, he’d been hoping Cam would wake up one day and realize he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Roan.

Not that Roan hadn’t dated. He’d been out with plenty of men, experimented, sometimes even tried to convince himself what he felt for Cam was a stupid crush. Only none of his relationships had worked out, and he was pretty sure every failure had been his own fault.

“Ugghh.”

Roan crumpled the sheet of paper in his hands and threw it in the direction of the wastebasket.

Missed.

Figured.

Story of his life.

And now, it looked as though Cam had actually found something good with Gannon. Roan couldn’t remember the last time Cam had had an overnight visitor. Years, definitely. Which meant Gannon was more than just a passing fancy for Cam.

The worst fucking part about it all, Gannon was good for Cam. They didn’t seem to have much in common, at least not from the outside looking in, but whatever they did have together had put a smile on Cam’s face. As much as Roan wished Cam would look at him the same way he looked at Gannon, he knew it would never happen.

No matter how much he’d wanted it to.

The rumble of laughter coming from Cam’s office made Roan’s stomach lurch.

No way could he stand here and listen to the two of them. Cam was his best friend, yes. Roan wanted Cam to be happy, yes. But Roan didn’t think watching Cam fall in love with another man was something he could deal with.

Not today.

Possibly not ever.

Gannon hadn’t felt this good in a long damn time. He’d spent a few minutes that morning shadowing Cam at the marina before making the hour drive back to his house to clean up because Cam wanted to take him out on the boat later.

After he’d shaved, showered, and dressed, Gannon had fought the urge to open his laptop to check to make sure there weren’t any fires that needed his attention. Only the thought of getting back to Cam had kept him from doing so. Which was something he’d never experienced before.

Not once in his life had a personal relationship come before his work. When he’d been in college, he’d focused on studying. When he’d started out working as a video game tester, he’d focused on work. And when he’d started his own business, he’d never let anyone distract him from the most important thing in his life.

Until Cam.

Instead of giving in, probably finding himself in his office for hours on end, attempting to fix something that could’ve waited until later, Gannon had climbed back in his car, made the return trip, and even stopped to pick up food on the way back—making sure to get enough for Roan and Dare, since he’d heard they’d be in the office for a while.

That meal … well, he wished he could say that it had gone smoothly, but he got the impression Roan wasn’t too happy with him for some reason. His first clue had been that morning when he’d walked into the marina office to find him and Cam in what appeared to be a heated discussion.

Gannon was pretty sure Cam had no idea that his friend had some deep feelings for him. More than friends. More than business partners.

He’d seen the way Roan looked at Cam when he didn’t think anyone was watching. And he’d definitely noticed the evil eye Roan had shot his way throughout the day. Not that Gannon knew that for a fact, but it definitely explained why Roan was so standoffish toward him. Gannon wasn’t sure what Roan had against him, if anything, but something was definitely off.

Had he done something to Roan? Had he inadvertently pissed him off? Was something else going on between Roan and Cam that Gannon didn’t know about? Or was it simply because he was there with Cam?

Unfortunately, he didn’t have the answers to those questions, but he was fairly astute. It seemed pretty clear to him. Granted, he didn’t know Roan all that well, but if Gannon wasn’t mistaken, Roan was in love with Cam.

“Gannon.”

The sound of Cam’s voice pulled Gannon from his thoughts, and he looked around to see that Cam had stopped the boat out in the middle of the lake, far from dry land.

“Please tell me you’re not gonna make me get in that water again,” he said quickly, his heart rate already soaring from the idea.

“Not tonight,” Cam replied easily. “I thought we’d just chill for a while.”

“That I can do.”

“Then come here,” Cam said as he dropped down onto the sun deck, leaning back on his hands and staring out at the water. The sun was lingering over the horizon, painting the sky pink and purple, which, in turn, made Cam’s already bronzed skin even darker.

God, the man was beautiful. Every inch of his body was perfection, all the hard planes and angles, the smooth dips and valleys, right down to the scar beneath his jaw and that slightly crooked incisor. Those minor imperfections added character, made Cam all the more real. As far as Gannon was concerned, though, Cam was flawless.