did look like an art curator. He'd have to ask.
There was also an ad for a casual men's hockey club. Cameron flipped the paper shut. No sense tempting himself.
Time to get home and make the most of the day with Thomas and Jackson. Having his brothers around all the time would be a change, and they still had a lot to catch up on. Thomas and Jackson had been closer than him since he'd always been away for practice or camp.
And then, of course, he had to get in touch with Noah's uncle about that beekeeping job...
Cameron had to pull his weight wherever he could until he found a new purpose.
Chapter 9
Jackson
Jackson had barely stopped work to grab lunch when his phone rang.
“Hi, it's Jessica Henley. I got a message with his number from a Cameron Riley, inquiring about a real estate tour.”
“Yeah, that's my brother.” Jackson untied his apron and shrugged it off, hanging the heavy garment on a rack. “He's got a Toronto number still.”
“Oh, I see. I understand you and he wanted to tour the package of three houses?”
“Yes, with our brother Thomas. The three of us want to move home – well, I'm already here, but they'd be coming back.”
“That's wonderful that you're serious buyers. I'm available this afternoon at three, if that's a convenient time for you.”
“That's perfect,” Jackson agreed. Thomas had the next couple days off before he drove back to Halifax. “Shall we meet you in front of the houses?”
“Yes, is that fine? I'm assuming you know where they are if you live here?”
“Yep, of course,” Jackson invited her chuckle with his own. “In front of them at three?”
“Perfect. I'll see the three of you then.”
“Thank you, Ms. Henley,” Jackson answered, and when they hung up, he pumped his fist.
With his brothers in town, he could have the family reunions he'd always sort of daydreamed about. He'd never thought Cam would come back to Fredericton after getting recruited to Toronto. Superstars never came home until they retired. Million-dollar mansions and celebrity parties outshone the four or five fancy restaurants here.
Jackson tidied up his tools before he left his rented workshop space. He'd be glad to get a backyard workshop set up after they moved.
Cameron worried him, though. That fucking ex of his. He always wormed his way back into Cam's life with a few apologies and a sweet gesture, and Cam always fell for it. He was too kind. Could Cam tear himself away from his sport and his old love all at once?
He called Thomas first to tell him the news. The phone rang twice before his brother picked up, his voice rough around the edges. “Hey, Jackson.”
“Afternoon, lazy boy,” Jackson teased. “You up and around?” He liked to poke fun at the guy for sleeping in whenever he visited town for a weekend.
“I've been up for an hour, thanks,” Thomas grumbled. “Some of us have real jobs, you know.”
Jackson just laughed off the snide comment. Thomas definitely hadn't been up for an hour if he had that attitude, but he didn't call him out on it. “So I heard back from the realtor. We can do the tour today.”
“You told Cam yet?”
“No. Um, listen, on that note...” Jackson trailed off.
“Yeah?”
“I'm worried about him.” Jackson didn't want to talk about Cam behind his back, but this was a pretty big change. “You know about his ex, right?”
“Yeah, Nathan? You told me.” The scorn dripped from the name when Thomas said it. It was pretty much how Jackson felt, too; but when Thomas let such strong emotions slip, he was pissed.
“Well, that asshole's always had that way of, you know...”
“Winning him over again.”
“Exactly. And what with that and having to quit hockey, you know...”
“He might not be thinking straight? I don't know. He seems more clear and grounded than he has in years,” Thomas told him.
Cam was more focused, especially over the last day or so. He was getting his feet back on the ground. “Yeah. But if Nate comes