Chapter 21

“Does our boy need to go out again tonight?” Emory asked, rubbing the top of Mr. Magee’s head.

Our boy! Cam smiled at the reference to the hound. Did that mean that Emory was thinking what Cam was hoping for? That there was something more to this than just a weekend affair? Cam’s feelings for Emory, and hopes for what could be, were dialed up another notch.

“I think he’s good for the night,” Cam said, looking at the pooch, who was still happily dozing on Emory’s leg.

“Is it all right if he sleeps with us?” Emory asked.

“Oh? You were planning on us sleeping together?”

Emory looked surprised, then laughed. “You cheeky devil!” he said, putting the empty popcorn bowl on the floor, rolling on top of Cam, and kissing him.

The action dislodged Mr. Magee, whose droopy eyes and wrinkled forehead registered displeasure at being summarily dumped off Emory’s lap.