Chapter 1

“Oh. Shit.”

Cameron was already late. Like, super, duper late. And Diego hated it when he was late, since he was their headliner, even though the show didn’t start for another hour. But now Cameron was really going to be late and Diego was going to scream his head off at him.

He sat in his car as the steam from the engine billowed in front of him, in shock, in disbelief, that he rear-ended a Benz because he was checking the time on his phone. Who the fuck rear ends a Benz!?

Cars blared behind him, so upset that their evening commute was now going to be even longer, but he didn’t move. He just stared and stared at the spiderwebs that the cracked glass made. The hood of his car was so crunched up it mostly blocked the view in front of him. At least the airbags didn’t break, he thought, then he chuckled at how stupid a thought it was.

He watched the hazard lights come on, then he saw the driver’s side door pop open, and the long legs of a man wearing a grey suit stepping out onto the lefthand shoulder. He watched the man come to his window, then bent low to it to look Cameron in his eyes.

“You okay?” he heard through the glass.

Cameron stared at the man. He had to be 6’5 at least, more pepper than salt-looking hair about an inch off his head, clean-shaven face, angled...