Chapter 5

“Not so well,” Cam said, chuckling and wiping the sweat from his face with the back of his forearm.

“Right. So far the hottest summer in T. C. recent history. My name’s Emory Cauldwell, by the way.”

Cam took the hand Emory offered him. The grip was firm, strong. Cam’s dick responded.

“Cameron Mitchel. But friends call me Cam.”

“Nice to meet you, Cam.”

Cam smiled and registered that Emory had picked up on his implied invitation to friendship by using his nickname.

“And you are?” Emory asked as he squatted again to pet the dog, who had been waiting patiently as the two men talked.

“Mr. Magee,” Cam said. “But—”

“Friends call him Magee,” Emory said, looking up at Cam and offering him one hell of a sexy smile.

Cam’s dick again took note. “That’s right. He’s Magee to his friends,” Cam said, returning Emory’s smile.

“Basset hound,” Emory observed as he rose. “One of our favorite breeds. My wife and I have had a couple of bassets over the years.”