Life Lessons According to Camryn:
True love is an electric shock with someone else in control of the switch.
Troy pulled his truck into the driveway and cut the engine. Fisher sat on his front steps, forearms draped over his thighs, looking like he'd slept as little as Troy had this week.
Opening the car door, he stepped into a wall humidity and up the front walk. "What brings you by?"
Fisher rose, rubbing the back of his neck. "Guilt."
Good. He should feel guilty. "Why didn't you use your key? It's hot out here."
His friend shrugged, looking everywhere but at Troy. "Wasn't sure if you'd want it back after what happened."
Troy watched him for a long minute and nodded. "Want a beer?"
Fisher blew out a breath. "Yes."
He glanced down at Fisher's hand as he unlocked the front door. "
