Chapter 8

Reluctantly, he said goodbye and headed inside to take a shower—alone—and wash off the stink from the concession stand. His cats, Toby and Oscar, both hissed at him as soon as they sniffed his feet, so he toed off his shoes and left them by the door. They still arched their backs at him and ran for cover, both diving under the sofa.

He laughed. “You big scaredy-cats!”

Although, he had to admit, he smelled pretty rank.

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Callum’s phone pinged as he stepped out of the shower, so he dried quickly and tied the towel around his waist. He padded into his room and picked up the phone from the nightstand, smiling when he saw a text from Jeremy.

Jeremy: You like brownies?

Callum: Chocoholic here. So that’s a big yes!

He slipped into a pair of boxer briefs and dried his hair before returning to the bathroom to hang up his towel. As he brushed his teeth, his phone pinged again.

A picture of a pan of brownies popped up and his stomach growled.