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Cam was dipping his hand just below the belt line of Dylan’s jeans at the small of his back. “I’ll stay for an hour or so.”
    Progress. Dylan pressed his hips forward enough so that his stiff dick met with Cam’s stiff dick, and he buried his face into the crook of Cam’s neck and inhaled his scent. He slid his hands around Cam’s hips to lock behind his back. “Then we can go back to your place, okay?”
    Cam went rigid. “Not tonight. Tash will be there.”
    “Okay, okay.” Fuck, that put a crimp in his plans. He’d really been looking forward to that bed again. His back hadn’t felt this good in ages. 
    Cam said, “What about your place?”
    He shook his head. “When I say it’s a dump, I’m being optimistic.”
    “I don’t care. As long as we’re together.”
    He had to admit, the idea of fucking, or being fucked by, his beautiful rich ninja virgin in his shitty rented room had a perverse appeal. Like eating caviar in a junkyard. “I guess it’ll have to do. I just want to be with you.” 
    When he took Cam’s mouth again and their tongues slid across each other, and the cinnamon spice of Dylan’s gum mingled with the hot tea and fresh-air flavor of Cam, Dylan groaned. His dick responded as if he’d been dead and resurrected and seen the light. 
    He pulled back to take a neglected breath. “Jesus, man.” He rolled his hips against Cam’s and was gratified by Cam’s harsh gasp. “Sooner the better.”
    Gertie, who had collapsed in her usual boneless heap by Dylan’s feet, picked up her head when the back door to the clinic opened, and Dr. Martin stuck her head out.
    “I want to close up soon, Dyl,” she said, then noticed Cam. She smiled, familiar dimples puckering her dark round cheeks. “Hello, there.”
    Dylan peeled himself off Cam, who reddened and shuffled himself upright. “Cameron Coburn, this is Dr. Keesha Martin.”
    Despite his flaming face, Cam turned and gave a charmingly formal bow to Dr. Martin. “I’m pleased to meet you, Dr. Martin.”
    Dr. M glanced at Dylan, one plucked brow arched, and said, “And I’m pleased to meet you, Mr. Coburn. Please, come in out of the cold. It’s getting plenty chilly out here.”
    Gertie scuffled to stand at Dylan’s side, and Dr. M said, “And that must be Gertrude. Oh boy, Dylan, you really know how to pick ’em.”
    “She’s a good girl,” he insisted, stroking her head. “Just needs a little clean-up.”
    “Mm-hmm,” Dr. M said skeptically and pushed the door open wider so they could come in. Dylan had taken three steps before he realized Cam wasn’t following but was still against the wall, head down. 
    “C’mon, Cam,” he murmured. “It’s okay. We’re all cool here.”
    He watched Cam’s chest move up and down, as if he was gulping in a few breaths for courage. Then Cam followed him in, his gaze on the floor as he peeled off his glasses and tucked them into his jeans pocket. It just about killed Dylan to see him so shut down. All the life seemed drained out of him as he shuffled into the clinic. Dylan had smiled over the formal way he’d greeted the veterinarian, but maybe it was just one more piece in the puzzle that was Cameron Coburn. He didn’t sound or act like a normal kid. He cared about his family, yet he was desperate for affection. 
    Dylan didn’t even realize he’d moved protectively closer to Cam until he had his arm around his waist, not tight, just hovering at the small of Cam’s back. He and Dr. M exchanged looks. With all her years of experience with animals, she could read any living creature real good, and he knew she’d see the same things in Cam he did. Her compassion was the best thing he loved about her.
    She took Gertie’s leash from Dylan. “Let’s get her in an exam room. Oh Lord, look at those ears. What happened to you girl, huh? If only they could talk, right, Cam?”
    Cam startled at little at his name. Maybe he was used to being ignored. Or maybe he expected her to