Sexual Games [The Heroes of Silver Springs 8] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Tonya Ramagos Page B

enough, her eyes widened and she stammered so fast he couldn’t help but grin.
    “In Jackson Graham? Are you kidding! He’s hot, yeah. I’ll admit that. Hell, I already knew that . I mean, Jason’s hot and we’ve worked with him for years. Kind of hard not to notice. And Jackson is his identical twin, so it stands to reason that…”
    Her babbling trailed off as Thaddeus let his grin spread. She puffed a hard breath up her face, causing her ringlets to flutter wildly.
    “No. I’m not the least bit interested in him. He’s too…straight-laced. Yeah, that’s the perfect description for him, straight-laced and stuffy. Too serious, too.”
    “You got all of that from talking with him for all of ten minutes last night when he finally made it home?”
    “And how much did you get out of your less-than-five-minute conversation with Cameron Stone last night in the hallway, my fruity friend?”
    Hell, walked right into that one, didn’t I?
    “Let’s not go there.” He rounded the front of the car, opened the driver door, and slid in behind the wheel.
    “Touchy, touchy.” Terri got in the passenger seat beside him and fastened her seatbelt. “I asked if Jackson ate at this place he told you about a lot because I figured if he does, well, he and Cameron are close friends.”
    “And you figured we might run into them there.” Thaddeus stabbed the keys in the ignition and started the car with a jerk of his wrist.
    “It’s a possibility.”
    Yeah, it is. A good enough possibility that Thaddeus almost considered letting her have that cheeseburger she wanted instead of taking the chance.
    She turned slightly in her seat so she could look at him. “Have you decided what you’re going to do?”
    “Yeah, I’m going to eat lunch, let my food settle, then hit that gym in Jackson’s apartment building he mentioned to me this morning.” He didn’t need to look at Terri to know she rolled her eyes at that. The low-throated growl she made always came complete with an eye roll.
    “I meant about Cameron, numbskull.”
    “Absolutely nothing.”
    “But…but—”
    “We were exhausted last night.” He cut her off as he pulled the car away from the sidewalk. “He was friendly. Friendly does not equal gay. I was probably wrong about the whole thing, including him being the guy Adrien is hung up on. And if I wasn’t, that is not a situation I need to be mixed up in.”
    He was messed up enough already. Pining for a guy who couldn’t make up his mind, instantly attracted to another man who probably wasn’t even gay. He didn’t need a calculator to know that equaled supremely fucked up.
    The memory of Cameron’s sea-blue eyes surfaced in his mind, the heat he’d felt from the other man’s gaze, his quietly spoken words laden with the promise Thaddeus would see him again. In the blink of his eyes, the image transformed, taking on the shape of Adrien’s too-handsome face.
    Terrible thing about it was he wanted to be mixed up in that situation, really, really bad.
     
    * * * *
     
    “That’s the car.” Jackson put his hand on the back of Cameron’s chair and leaned over the man’s shoulder, tapping the television screen as the blue Impala came into view. He watched as the car drove past several open parking spots and disappeared from the screen.
    “She knew exactly where to park to stay off camera,” Cameron commented as he let the footage play. “And apparently what time you usually get home.”
    Yeah, Jackson already noted that. The clock in the lower right corner of the screen showed the time to be six forty-seven p.m., less than fifteen minutes before he had arrived.
    Cameron sped up the footage and slowed it to normal speed when Jackson’s car pulled into the garage.
    “Of all the nights for you to play the considerate agent,” Cameron muttered as Jackson’s car moved off the screen.
    “That’s something else she apparently knew.” Jackson watched the time pass. One minute, two, five, then two