Page 10 of Sophia & Cameron

The problem was that Hugo hadn’t been there. He hadn’t seen the flicker of pain and fear in Red’s eyes. He hadn’t felt the heartache.

Red covered it well enough, but Cameron had noticed all the same. The woman standing among her friends and family was hiding something, and Cameron was going to unearth it before he made her fall in love with him.

The sting of betrayal that had followed him these past five years flickered to life when Sophia moved to speak to someone.

Not just any someone.

A man.

Worse, the guy was Cameron’s supervisor of sorts. At least he was in charge of the wranglers. With Cameron’s contract, he didn’t exactly report to anyone but Mateo.

She smiled with those pretty eyes up at that cowboy like he was the moon and stars themselves.

Dang it all.

Cameron’s hand curled into a fist as all the pain came whooshing back with a vengeance. He knew it was possible that she’d found someone else. It was a strong possibility, actually. With the more time that had passed, he’d assumed the worst.

He’d even had nightmares where he’d finally found her, and she had a husband and kids.

But she didn’t have a ring.

So that guy who was smiling down at her wasn’t a husband or a fiancé. A boyfriend maybe? He wasn’t touching her. Theyweren’t holding hands. Who was he to her? Cameron took a step forward, but a deep voice stopped him in his tracks.

“He’s taken.”

Cameron stiffened before turning his focus to the man at his side. He looked familiar. Same dark hair, same tanned skin, and same dark eyes as Mateo. There was no denying that the two of them were related.

Where Mateo sported some facial hair, this version was clean-shaven. He was probably a couple inches shorter than his brother, too. The smirk that filled his face was more carefree than Mateo’s as well.

With narrowed eyes, Cameron folded his arms. “Who?”

“The guy who’s talking to my sister. He’s actually married to my cousin.”

Cameron blinked and swung his attention to the man again, only now, he had a girl curled into his side.

“His name is Daniel.”

“I seem to recall that’s what he said his name was,” Cameron mused.

The man beside him gave him a cheeky grin—one that made Cameron instantly like him. He jutted his chin toward the group. “So, you want to tell me what is going on between you and my sister?”

Cameron smirked. “What would the fun in that be?”

The cowboy shrugged. “Maybe I could help.”

“I doubt that.” Cameron chuckled. “And even if you could, I work alone.”

He laughed with a shake of his head. “Your funeral.” He shoved out his hand. “I’m Roman. And you are?”

“Cameron.” They clasped hands with a firm shake. Cameron drew his attention to the woman who still held his heart no matter how many times Hugo had tried to convince him to walk away.

“Is she dating anyone?”

Roman arched a brow. “I could tell you, but what would the fun in that be?”

Cameron chuckled. “Touché”

They stood side by side, watching the crowd of people slowly disperse. Roman wasn’t going to offer any more information, and that was just fine by him. Cameron didn’t need anyone helping him win Red over. He’d done it once, and he’d do it again.

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