“So no luck at the bar last night? I saw you sneak out solo.” Steady grabbed a handful of the seasoned popcorn.
Cam took a pull on his beer. “Wasn’t feelin’ it, you know?”
“Not even a little. I’m pretty much always feelin’ it. Shit, I’m spying on my neighbor.” Steady swung his beer bottle toward the other house.
Cam laid back, resting his head on his forearm. “I guess I’ve just been a little off lately.”
“Dude, you were pretending to be someone else for what? A year?” Steady asked.
“Two,” Cam replied.
“Cut yourself some slack. My dad always says you gotta be comfortable with you before you can get comfortable with anyone else,” Steady commented absently.
Cam lifted his head. “Yeah, that's… yeah. Good advice.”
Steady rested his forearms on his knees and looked out at the water. “Of course, I never liked you much on the Teams. Swooping in and stealing all the ladies. Maybe this new you will be a little more magnanimous.”
“Oh, damn.” Cam pointed toward the house they’d been scoping out. “She's naked coming out of the shower.”
Steady turned so fast the open beer fell from his hand and erupted at his feet.
“Psych.” Cam laid back, his hands locked behind his head, and grinned.
Steady dumped the foamy beer in the sand and fished another out of the cooler. “Asshole.”