Travis glanced at his watch, a slight quiver of anticipation running through his veins. He leaned casually against the polished mahogany counter of his friend's bar, pretending to be engrossed in his phone while keeping a discreet eye on the entrance. The door swung open and Camila stepped in, her presence commanding the room even in her understated elegance.

　　"Hey, Derek," she called out to the bartender with that sharp, confident edge to her voice, "what's the special ...