Free A Hunted Man (The Men of Halfway House) by Jaime Reese Page A

unasked?
    Hunter's phone chirped. He reached into his jacket and read the display. He groaned. "I need to go to the office."
    Cam nodded.
    "How old are you, Cameron?"
    Does that matter? What am I supposed to say? Crap. His brain was getting fried, and damn, he loved the way his name sounded in that sexy-as-fuck voice.
    Hunter's phone chirped again.
    "Damn it. I've got to go."
    Cameron stuffed the sandwich Bill passed over to him into a bag then immediately grabbed the latte mug, emptied the coffee into a lidded cup, and handed it to Hunter.
    "That's the second design you've erased," Hunter said with a wry grin.
    His cell phone chirped again, and Cam could swear he heard Hunter growl. His rock hard dick was going to explode he was so turned on right now . "I'll make you two tomorrow. Now go before you scare the other customers."
    Hunter looked at Cam with an odd expression then shook his head. "I'll see you tomorrow."
    Cam nodded and watched Hunter as he turned to exit the diner. He knew his attempt at flirting had completely failed with his inappropriate questions and comments. Who was he kidding, he didn't know the first damn thing about how to flirt. He should have kept it professional.
    Just before opening the door, Hunter turned and gave Cam one of his piercing glares. He then smiled and waved good-bye.
    Cam returned the smile before Hunter turned away to leave.
    Well, damn. Maybe this flirting thing wasn't so hard after all.

 

     
    Hunter sat in his living room, staring at a case file, trying to make sense of an illogical situation. Preston had agreed to a lesser sentence with a simple condition to turn in a decent lead of a 'business associate'. Not even an hour after leaving the courtroom, his office had received notification the defendant was reneging on the deal and wanted to finish the trial. Hunter raced back to court. In the end, a deal for a three year term was declined in exchange for a twelve year prison sentence. Fucking moron. It didn't make any sense at all for someone who swore the drugs found in his possession were not his.
    Hunter finished the last of the paperwork and stuffed the files back into his bag. He was too wired. He needed to let off some tension, or he was never going to get some sleep tonight. He quickly changed into his workout clothes and headed out to the gym.
    While driving, his mind absently wandered to Cameron. Cam captivated him with his weary smile and mesmerizing blue eyes. He had been tense all damn day at the trial, bothered he would miss seeing him another day.
    Why the hell hadn't Cameron answered the question about his age before the damn text messages kept interrupting? Maybe he wasn't as young as he looked. He could hope. For some reason, the thought of lusting after a guy almost twenty years younger than him seemed off.
    Fucking midlife crisis.
    He didn't feel his age. Cam calling him 'sir' just made the age difference more apparent. Maybe it was the whole, respecting elders and shit. He groaned. He hated being self-conscious, that trait wasn't part of his DNA.
    He thought the interest was double-sided but then Cam became distant again when Hunter had asked him to join him for coffee. He sighed. Maybe it was best not to push. He could do that and maintain his sanity. Problem was, staying sane was not at the top of his list of priorities, seeing Cam and getting to know him was.
     
     
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    "Hey, Dad?" Hunter asked as he closed the door behind him to his father's home. He put his keys and wallet on the table by the door before yelling again, "Dad, you home?"
    "Where the hell else am I going to be at this time," his father responded, exiting the bedroom in his tank top and boxer shorts with his hair sticking up in all directions. "Be quiet or you'll wake the neighbors."
    "It's only nine o'clock." Hunter chuckled and gave his dad a hug. "How ya doing?" he asked, assessing his father with an arched eyebrow.
    "I'm fine," his father responded as he sat on the couch