Buzz (The Riley Brothers Book 1) by E. Davies Read Free Book Online

Cam had been the star hockey kids. They could never believe that “someone like him” would be into playing hockey at all.
    Noah decided to continue. “And next weekend, I'm building wooden boxes for my uncle's beekeeping business.”
    “I've done carpentry.” Cameron winked .
    Oh my god, is he offering...? “Oh, I – I can't put you to work on the first date!” Noah laughed, and Cameron joined in with a chuckle. “And honestly, I don't want to wait that long.”
    Cameron wasn't turned off by his frank admission. “This week? Monday evening?”
    “Yeah. Perfect,” Noah nodded. Monday evening wouldn't force him to wait too long, but it was going to feel like an eternity anyway.
    “Can't wait.” Cameron gave him another of those perfect, gleaming, genuine smiles. How did his teeth glow in the darkness? Had he had them whitened? Noah tried not to let it distract him.
    “Me, too.”
    I should get home before I embarrass myself. Jesus. Noah's hands almost shook with nerves. “O-Okay. I'll see you. Text me and we'll set up the details.”
    “Will do,” Cameron promised, lingering near the door of the bar and waving. It was a sweet moment, and Noah relished it.
    Noah raised a hand. He strode down the sidewalk, thankful that the concrete was bare now. It was a quicker getaway when he didn't have to tiptoe across slick patches. He resisted the urge to glance over his shoulder.
    Despite the chill, a pleasurable glow deep in his belly warmed him.

Chapter 8
Cameron
    “Hello, Ms. Henley? This is Cameron Riley. I'm in town at the moment and my brothers and I saw the ad for the three-house package. I know you might be off Sundays, that's no problem, but we'd like to get a tour on Monday, if possible. Here's a number where you can call me back...” Cameron hated leaving messages. He gave Jackson's number to call back so Rogers wouldn't nail him on long-distance.
    Jackson loved working in the early hours, so he was already at his workshop while they waited for Thomas to wake up. Cam was used to waking up early for practice in pitch dark, bone-chilling winter.
    “Well, no sense waiting around.” Cameron grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. If they couldn't get a formal tour that day, he'd go check out the neighborhood, at least.
    The day was brisk but sunny, for which Cameron was grateful. His winter in Toronto had been snowier than usual, so it was nice to bask in sunshine without choking on the cold. Sure, Cam had grown up on skates and handled the cold better than most. Didn't mean he didn't love the warmer weather of cross-training season.
    Cameron found the package – three empty houses in a row, but spaced apart well with privacy fencing. That wouldn't work for their family, so he'd install gates. The siding needed painting on all the houses for curb appeal. Those front porches looked old, too... and there wasn't much landscaping. That wasn't even counting updating the dated rooms inside.
    But Cameron wanted a project to stay busy while he sat on his ass instead of training like he'd done every summer since he was eight.
    “They look good,” he murmured under his breath, just for some company. As he walked back past the three houses, he headed downtown to window-shop in the boutiques.
    He soon met more people he knew: his parents' friends, a family doctor, and a professor. Everyone was happy to see him – and everyone asked about his hockey career. He brushed them all off by telling them it was a vacation.
    He didn't want to tell them all he'd fucking failed the one thing he'd been born to do.
    Cameron grabbed a newspaper and fresh pastries, then walked to one of his favorite parks to eat and catch up on local news.
    The paper was filled with small-town matters from fundraisers to opinion letters on the town council. By chance, Cameron spotted an Events article about an art show coming up at the hockey arena, curated by a Noah.
    The same Noah whose pretty dark eyes and smile enchanted Cameron already? He