Yeah, if he’d thought he was attempting to fast-track things before…

This certainly hadn’t helped.

But right now it didn’t matter, because it was time to return the favor.

Thirty-Two

The last two days had gone by in a blur. For nearly seventy-two hours, Gannon had had Cam all to himself. Not once had they left his house. Hell, they’d rarely left his bedroom.

It had been incredible.

Now, as Gannon sat at his desk, reviewing one of the reports his operations manager had provided him, he could hardly focus. He knew he needed to, but thoughts of Cam continued to interfere with his good intentions.

“Hey.”

Gannon looked up to see Milly stepping into his office, a huge smile on her face. “Hey.”

“Have a good weekend?” Her tone said she already knew the answer to that question.

Gannon leaned back in his chair, smiling at her.

Milly quickly turned and closed his office door, then lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “How’d it go? Did y’all work it out?”

“We did, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

“Since I didn’t get a phone call, I assumed.” Taking a seat across from him, Milly regarded him steadily. “If you expect me to apologize, I’m not gonna do it.”

Gannon laughed, leaning forward and resting his arms on his desk. “I didn’t figure you would.”

“But it worked, didn’t it?”

“What? You sticking your nose in my business?”

Another smile, this one had her cheeks turning pink. “You would’ve done the same for me.”

Maybe. Gannon tried not to interfere in other people’s business, but he had to admit, Milly was probably the one who’d salvaged the most important relationship Gannon had ever had.

“Did he stay the weekend?” she asked, curiosity making her crystal blue eyes sparkle.

“He did.”

“You’re not gonna tell me the details, are you?” Milly’s smile turned into a frown.

“Nope.”

“At least tell me when the wedding is.”

Gannon choked and spurted, sitting up straight and trying to catch his breath. “No wedding.”

“Not yet, you mean.”

He didn’t know what he meant. At this point, he was simply content to continue moving forward with Cam. They’d been through a lot, and because Gannon would continue to travel, he knew that they had a long road ahead of them. Milly might’ve saved the day this time with her quick thinking, but she wouldn’t be able to do it going forward. Not every time, anyway.

Counseling would probably do them good. No matter what, Gannon was willing to give it a shot. Anything to help Cam, because he’d seen it firsthand when he’d mentioned Singapore. The mere thought of someone going away sent Cam spiraling into a panic attack.

“You think it’ll get easier for him?” she asked.

“What?”

“The traveling?”

Gannon shrugged. He didn’t know how things would go in that regard. He wanted to believe that Cam could eventually come to grips with it, but even he knew it wasn’t that simple. And like Cam, Gannon still had his own fears, as well, knew they could get out of hand with little effort. He’d merely managed to keep them contained all these years, tucked away in a box. Out of sight, out of mind.

He’d done a pretty good job of dealing with them until that night when Cam had broken up with him. They might’ve worked things out this time, but he still worried. What if Cam did it again? What if they couldn’t get past the fact that Gannon had to travel to keep his company running smoothly?

Those were questions Gannon wouldn’t have answers for until the next time. Or the time after that. All in all, his love for Cam still scared him, still made him wary.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to go the distance. To persevere.

“Y’all are good for each other,” Milly told him, brushing her long blonde hair over her shoulder. “Don’t let him screw it up.”

“Him? What about me?”

“Well, if you fuck it up, I’ll just kick your ass. But you’re my best friend. I can do that.”

Gannon chuckled. “I appreciate what you did, by the way.”

Milly’s smile lit up her entire face. “I figured you’d be pissed.”

He’d wanted to be, but she’d saved his relationship, convinced Cam to give him another chance. So he couldn’t be too upset. “Just don’t do it again.”

Holding up her hands, fingers crossed, Milly said, “I promise.”

Of course she did. That was Milly.

“But you have to promise me something in return,” she prompted.

“What’s that?”

“I want to be the maid of honor at the wedding.”

Gannon felt his face flame from embarrassment. As much as he liked the idea of marrying Cam, spending the rest of his life with the man, they had a long road ahead of them. They’d made it this far, but it had been rocky to say the least. Being optimistic was one thing, but jumping into something that he still had doubts about was something else entirely.

He loved Cam. There was no doubt about that. He wanted to spend every waking moment with the man.

However, he had a feeling that loving Cam might possibly be the hardest thing he’d ever done.

“What’s up, part timer?” Dare greeted when Cam walked into the office.

Cam gave his friend the finger, smiling as he did. Even Dare’s taunting couldn’t affect Cam’s good mood. He’d just spent an entire weekend with Gannon. Practically three entire days they’d been together, and from the minute he stepped out of Gannon’s front door that morning, he’d been ready to go back.

Dare clutched his chest dramatically. “Ouch. I’m hurt, man.”

“Thanks for fillin’ in for me,” Cam told his friend, grabbing the coffee carafe.

“No problem. Just remember my generosity in the future when I need to run away for the weekend.”

Cam looked away, his neck heating as he thought about how he’d spent the last three days with Gannon. And it had been the best damn weekend of his life.

“How was it, anyway?” Cam cast a sideways glance at Dare.

“No problems on this end. Teague took one of my appointments, but that’s it. Honestly, it was kinda slow.”

Reaching for the appointment book after pouring himself a cup of coffee, Cam looked up to see Roan heading toward the door.

“That’s my cue to jet,” Dare whispered loudly, then bolted out the back, mumbling as he went. “Do not want to see the fiery crash this morning.”

Cam glanced over his shoulder, then returned his attention to the door when the alarm sounded. Because of the chime delay his friend had already entered the building, so Cam studied him briefly, noticing he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days. His hair was mussed as though he hadn’t bothered to brush it. And to go along with the scraggly appearance, Roan did not look happy.

“Mornin’,” Cam greeted, watching him.

“Yeah,” Roan replied, not looking at Cam.

Shit.

He couldn’t say he hadn’t expected Roan to be pissed at him for taking a few days off without talking to him first. If he had to guess, Roan had been surprised since Cam rarely took time off, and never did he take more than one day off at a time.

Nor did he spend the weekend with a guy. But in his defense, Gannon wasn’t just any guy.

Cam decided to extend the olive branch, not wanting the tension between him and Roan. “How’s your sister?”

Roan glared at him. “Fine.”

“She go to rehab?”

Roan stopped a few feet away, staring at Cam as though he didn’t know him. “What the fuck do you care?”

Cam felt as though he’d been slapped. He didn’t know what to say to that, didn’t know if he should even attempt to smooth things over with Roan or merely give him some space. Had something happened to Cassie? Or was Roan seriously pissed at Cam?

Then he remembered his conversation with Dare.

Why didn’t Roan give me this encouragement?