She made her way to the cab in a fog and opened the door, expecting to find Brett waiting to gain entry. She couldn’t be more wrong. The man appearing at the bottom of the steps would send some women into the kind of hysterics reserved for the naive starstruck. But she knew what resided behind the disarming smile and dark green eyes. Those attributes only served as a shell for the arrogant singer who had an affinity for booze and—as he’d termed it—broads. “Hey, darlin’.” At the sound of the familiar and unwelcome endearment, Cammie’s frame went as rigid as the gearshift. “What are you doing here, Mark?” He scaled one step and tried on his patent grin. “Come on, Cammie. That’s no way to greet your boyfriend.” “Ex-boyfriend.” Heavy emphasis on ex. Without the slightest hesitation, he scaled the second step and entered the bus. “Just thought we’d have a little visit for old times’ sake.”
