echoed in the foyer. Cam looked outside long enough to notice the Harley parked on the curb. His own predilection for listening to music at full volume had hidden the engine noise.
Cam followed his unwelcome visitor into the living room where he received a fist to the side of the face.“ Fuck,” Cam said, weaving slightly on his feet.
Evan wasn’ t finished. He shoved Cam in the chest, which sent him flying into the wall. Then, Evan tried to throw another punch. This one Cam caught in the palm of his hand. He used Evan’ s unsteady attack stance to throw the younger man to the floor.
“ What the fuck?” Cam put his hand to his face but found no blood.“ You son of a bitch!” Evan was on his feet at grasshopper speed, going for attack, part deux, which Cam dodged by wrapping the kid’ s skinny body in his arms and growling in his ear,“ I will win this fight.”
Again, he dropped Evan to the floor with a kick to the back of his knees.“ Get the fuck out of my house,” Cam said.“ You were supposed to understand.” Evan stayed on his knees and leaned forward on his elbows. He buried his hands in his black hair.“ I though you would understand.”
“ What the fuck are you talking about?” Cam pushed his blond hair out of his face, locks shaken loose by their altercation.
“ At the club, they said you …” Evan shook his head.
“ I’ m sick.” Cam thought of Eddie.“ There’ s something wrong with me,” Evan said.“ Yeah, I’ ll bet.”“ I thought you could fix it.”“ I don’ t fix people,” Cam said.“ No, I know.” He leaned up and rested on his knees.
“ You like to hurt people.”