The bell over the café door jingled sharply as Travis Turner stepped inside, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within him. The scent of freshly ground coffee did little to soothe the tightening in his chest. His sharp blue eyes swept across the room, immediately locking onto the back corner where Camila Martinez sat, her laughter mingling with the soft hum of indie music floating through the air.

　　"Camila," he murmured under his breath, a mixture of affection and ...