The faded denim made his thighs look amazing. What was hiding behind those eyes? Were they laughing, twinkling? Hell, I didn’t even know what color they were, and suddenly, I needed to know. Only being able to see the lower part of his face drove me crazy.

Looking back at the stage, I forced myself to look anywhere but Cam’s mouth. I shook myself back to reality, looking at Ev and Bree singing along, and I was the last thing on their mind. I found myself staring at his lips as he sang the words of the song, watching them move in front of the microphone, wondering what those lips would feel like on my skin. He opened the show with his biggest hit, Lonely Heart Saloon, in case you were wondering where he got the name for the bar. I couldn’t see his eyes under the brim of his white cowboy hat, but his sandy hair curled around the collar of the shirt. He wore the top few buttons open, showing just a hint of his tan chest. Bree’d said it enough tonight, I was thinking like her now. I know, the shirt sounds hideous, but it actually looked hot on him. He was taller than I expected, his broad shoulders straining the fabric of his blue and orange plaid shirt. I’d only heard Ev rave about him and of course I’d seen him on TV.

He was picking up my bar tab tonight, after all. A cover band had played up until now, but Cam Hunter was headlining his grand opening celebration.Įv and Bree cheered when Cam came onstage, so I did too, more to be polite. The VIP section was to the right of the stage, and elevated just enough that we could see everything perfectly. The lights went down, and the crowd went wild and swarmed the stage.

Secondhand Heart by Kristen Strassel