Chapter 6Cam was uncomfortable. Ryan looked about the same as he had in school, though older—they all did.
“Cam, what do you do nowadays?” Ryan leaned forward between the front seats. The car smelled of manure—no surprise since they’d filled every available space with a bucket of it.
“I’m a social worker.”
Ryan pursed his lips and nodded but didn’t comment.
“And you’re a painter?”
“Yup, you ever need someone to splash some paint around, I’m your guy.” He winked which made Cam look away.
“Hey, is Camilla still in town?”
Cam swung around to glare at him. “Yeah, why?”
Ryan raised his hands, palms up. “No reason, just curious.”
“She’s married and has two daughters.”
Ryan whistled and then grinned.
Cam looked at Grayson, wondering how to reply if he should reply at all. Grayson was f
