Chapter 9

“It looks good for me, Magee. Emory is the total package. But you gotta help me out here. I don’t want to put my heart ahead of my dick. You know all too well what happens when I do that. So, if you think I’m falling for the guy, you let me know, okay?”

Mr. Magee cocked his head to one side and wagged his tail.

“Yeah, I know he’s married, thank God. But I may still need a reminder to keep him at arm’s length and my heart out of it.”

The hound gave a soft woof.

Cam knelt and ruffed Mr. Magee’s long ears. “Thanks for having my back, buddy.”

The washer signaled the end of its cycle. Cam rose to transfer the clothing and sheets to the dryer. Then he dressed in his sexiest, form fitting pale green tee and tan cargo shorts.