Page 38 of Man Advantage

I stepped through the gym’s door and…

Oh.

Fuck.

Me.

He had his back to me, and he was doing a set of lat pulldowns. His shirt was off, giving me the most spectacular view of his powerful back. Cam wasn’t a big guy—never had been—but I hadn’t been prepared for how mouthwateringly cut and sculpted he’d become. I swear to God, my knees went a little weak as I watched his muscles work with his slow, controlled reps. And the sweat gleaming on his flushed skin…and darkening the ends of his hair… and rolling down the back of his neck… and…

I pulled my gaze away and gulped in a breath as I tried to compose myself.

The weights clinked into place, and I turned just as Cam did.

“Oh, hey.” He got up and faced me fully, grinning as he absently ran a towel over his powerful arms. “You coming to work out after practice?”

I scoffed. “Not after training camp, no.” I gestured over my shoulder. “I’m lucky I made it down the stairs, and the jury’s still out on me making it back up.”

“Oh, come on.” He playfully swatted me with his towel. “You’re a professional athlete. You can’t be that worn out.”

I arched a brow and inclined my head. “Have you ever done training camp? At this level?”

“No, but you have, so you should be used to it.”

Groaning, I rolled my eyes. “There’s no getting used to training camp.”

“Drama queen,” he muttered.

I flipped him off, and the way he laughed did more to screw with my blood pressure than that sweat on his skin had a moment ago.

What iswrongwith me? Jesus Christ.

I cleared my throat. “Anyway. I, uh… I just wanted to check in with you. See how things went this morning.”

“This mor—oh, at training camp?” He shrugged and rubbed the towel over his neck and shoulders, oblivious to what that was doing to my stupid brain. “It was a lot of fun. The boys know hockey better than I ever will, that’s for sure.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, they’ve really picked up a lot. They’ll probably never play, but I could see them growing up to be analysts or commentators or something.”

Cam pursed his lips. “I could see that. Zach would be a great commentator. Being an analyst sounds like it would bore him but fascinate Zane.”

I couldn’t help smiling. “You’ve figured them out.”

“They’re not hard to read. And their personalities make it really easy to tell them apart.”

“I know, right? We admittedly struggled a little bit when they were babies, but as they got older and started interacting with the world, it was stupid easy.”

“I can see that.” Cam paused, and he started wiping down the machine he’d been using. “And this morning—it wasn’t bad. Especially once Bryan went over to the other side.”

I grimaced. “Yeah, I bet that was a bit awkward before he left.”

“A bit.” He glanced at me. “I thought you were going to tear his boyfriend’s head off. Over that thing with the sticks, you know?”

Indulging in a frustrated groan, I nodded. “I considered it, believe me.”

“I don’t blame you. That was such a dick move.”

I didn’t know why I was so relieved that Cam was on my side about this, but there it was. “Yeah. He likes to pull shit like that.”

“And you haven’t strangled him with his own innards yet, why?”

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