“Thank you,” I reply, refusing to turn around as I place the small rug that Kate brought right in front of the bunks.
His voice is deep and rich. “Well, my name is Cam, if you need anything.”
“Thanks, Cam.”
“Okay, yeah. See you around.”
And as soon as I hear the door shut behind Cam, I fall onto my bed, flinging my hand. over my eyes. Why on earth did I agree to come here?
Chapter 3
Walker
That was her. I swear to the universe and all that’s in it that Dark & Prickly is in that cabin, twenty feet away. It was her face, her body, her energy… the woman was wearing black, for cripe’s sake. And the way her black hair hung in two braids? Sexy as hell. That alone should be enough to send me packing back to Tulsa because hooking up is not why I’m here.
I shake my head as if dislodging all thoughts of my front-row rebel and adjust the utility bag in my grip. Just as I turn toward the empty cabins to check on bulbs, I hear a very familiar voice that stops me in my tracks.
“Hi! Did the bulb get changed okay?”
You have got to be kidding me. I pull down my cap and pretend not to hear the woman, but it’s no use. She recognizes me.
Bree Winthrop.
I scan the other women’s faces, recognizing them instantly. Bree and Izzy Winthrop work at my record label. Well, just Bree now. She’s transitioning to talent acquisition now, but she stillserves as my liaison and helps coordinate releases. And the third woman? She’s the blonde from the Boots by the Lake concert who danced next to my front-row rebel.
“I’m going to check in with my sister,” the blonde says, excusing herself. I frigging knew it. Those two look so much alike, it’s uncanny, except for the black hair and makeup.
As she steps inside the cabin, Bree steps closer to me.
“This is a new look.” She motions to my glasses and beard before crossing her arms and pursing her lips. “What’s this about, Walker?”
It’s a fair question. One of her country singers with multiple awards and the number three hit on country radio right now shouldn’t be changing light bulbs at a dude ranch.
Izzy steps closer but says nothing, her hand covering the wide smile on her face.
I point to my shirt, which has my name under the logo on my chest. “The name’s Cam.”
“Hello, Cam.” The sarcasm dripping from Bree’s voice pulls a real laugh out of me, the kind I haven’t had in months.
Even though the three of us have worked closely at Sun Ridge Records, not once have I ever used that name with either woman. Bree has a reason to be suspicious.
“Good to see you, Bree, Izzy.” I rub my hand on the back of my neck. “Just so you know, my given name is Cameron.”
“Is that so?” Bree’s brown eyes regard me skeptically, but I’ve never lied to her.
“Cameron Walker James. My parents call me Cam.”
Izzy regards me with her quiet, gray eyes, her long, dark hair blowing in the breeze. She scoops it into a knot at the base of her neck, securing it on itself somehow. “So, Walker James is your stage name?”
“Yep.”
I really like the Winthrop sisters. They have hearts of gold and work harder than most people ever will, even though both come from money backgrounds. It’s very different from my upbringing, but you’d never know it. They are down to earth and overall great people.
Bree cocks her head to the side. “That’s right. Your contracts are signed with your full name.”
“Let’s keep this on the down low, ladies. I’m incognito.”
“Incognito?” Izzy scrunches her nose at me.
