That was a mistake. I should have put on a robe or something. Or maybe I should’ve waited to have a shower until after Cam showed up. But I needed to burn off some anxious energy, so I decided to work out and I hated the thought of him showing up and finding me gross and sweat soaked. Still, it shouldn’t matter—he’s Fisher’s best friend and not at all right for me. I’m playing games with Cam that will only end in disaster.
Now, as I throw on a pair of leggings and a T-shirt and wrap my hair in a towel, I mentally steel myself before I head downstairs.
He’s putting out food and water for Gunner. As soon as I land on the bottom step of the stairs, Gunner barrels toward me, his tail wagging nonstop.
“Hey, boy,” I say. “Behaving yourself?”
“If you mean has he gotten anyone else knocked up,
