First message
Cameron Haynes was accustomed to being noticed.
At six-foot-three, with broad antlers, long cervine ears and a face strangers had been calling handsome since puberty, disappearing into a college crowd wasn’t exactly an option.
He didn’t mind.
“Haynes,” the girl beside him repeated, leaning against the bar. “Are you related to the Briarwood Haynes?”
Cameron’s smile held.
“No relation.”
“Oh.”
There it was.
He took another drink.
Her attention soon returned to his shoulders, the white spots disappearing beneath his shirt, and Cameron relaxed. It usually did. A good face could compensate for an ordinary name.
A glass shattered behind him.
Cameron froze.
Ears snapped upright. Shoulders rigid. Heart hammering.
Then laughter erupted, and he exhaled with an embarrassed roll of his eyes.
“Very majestic,” his friend said.
“Fuck off.”
His friend grinned. “Hey, isn’t that Maisie Bennet?”
Cameron’s ears immediately pivoted.
Across the room stood a small doe he recognized from campus. Pretty. Curvy. Obviously mixed.
Normally, not his type.
“Bennet?” Cameron repeated.
“As in those Bennets.”
His gaze returned to her.
Well.
Maybe he had a type after all.