Cameron turned to see a man knocking on the animal shelter’s door. This must be the Ken that Amanda had been expecting.

He unlocked the door. “Are you Ken?”

“That’s me. Sorry, I’m running late. The R train is murder sometimes.” He set his bag on a chair and shrugged out of his coat. “So where is she?”

“Amanda?”

“No, Cynthia.” Ken brought out a small tripod, positioned it on a table, clipped his phone into it and checked the screen. “Perfect.” He walked around in front of the camera and glanced at Cameron. “Can you check the screen for me? Make sure I’m centered?”

“Why?” he asked.

“I need to make sure I get the right shot. Her sister asked me for proof of delivery.”

“All right.” Cameron stepped up to check the phone. Ken was front and center. “Looks good.”

“Thanks, man.”

“What’s this for?” he asked. If today was significant to Cyn in some way, he’d need to shift his plans. The highly reviewed tapas bar he’d picked out might not be special enough. He mentally ran over his options for getting into a good restaurant without using the Prince name. “Is it her birthday? Some kind of anniversary?”

Ken snorted. “It beats me. This has to be one of the weirdest requests I’ve ever got.”

Cameron looked over sharply. “What does that—”

The door behind the desk opened and Cyn came out. She had on scrubs and no makeup and made both look astonishingly good. She saw him and her face lit up. “Hi, sorry to keep you waiting. I’ve got a few more things to finish up. Do you mind?”

“It’s fine.” He couldn’t have kept the smile off his face if he tried. Her scrubs were printed with llamas wearing stethoscopes. “Take as long as you need.”

“Hey there,” Ken said. “Are you Cynthia Swan?”

Cameron glanced over to find the would-be videographer looking Cyn over in a way that made Cameron want to take him outside and have a stern word with him.

“Yes?” she said.

“Can you stand here, please?” Ken asked pointing to the spot in front of the desk. “This won’t take long.”

She frowned and glanced back at Amanda and another man in scrubs who were standing in the doorway. “What’s going on?”

The man grinned and raised his phone. “Dani says it’s time to pay up.”

Cyn’s face did several interesting things before going very, very pale. “Oh no. No, no, no.”

“Oh yes, yes, yes.” The man gave her a playful shove forward. “She said to say Swans don’t welsh.”

“Cyn?” Cameron asked as she stumbled out from behind the desk, looking like she was walking to her own execution.

“Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom.” Ken launched into a fast paced obnoxiously cheerful song and danced up to Cyn. “I told you he still liked you…”

He ripped off his shirt and with a wink twitched his pecs at her.

“Admit I’m always right…”

Ken spun and Cameron believed the technical term was twerked.

“Cameron”—Cameron jerked in surprise hearing his own name being sung—“sounds like a keeper ‘caaause…”

Ken spun to face Cyn and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants.

“In bed he’s dynamite!”

On that cue, Ken rolled his hips, ripped his pants away, and confetti exploded out of his crotch.

Cameron stood stunned, his heart beating hard in his chest as he tried to process what had just happened. Shock, sympathy, and a deep bubbling amusement fought for dominance.

There was a moment of silence and then Amanda, the guy in scrubs, and Ken himself burst into laughter. Cameron couldn’t help it, he joined them. He laughed harder than he could remember laughing in years.

Cyn buried her face in her hands and collapsed into mortified giggles.

“I’m going to kill her,” she said into her hands around the laughter. Her neck and the little slices of skin that could be seen around her fingers had turned bright, bright red. “I’m going to kill her dead.”

“Smile for the camera, Cyn.” The man in scrubs held up his phone. “Is there anything you’d like to say to your sister?”

Cyn lifted her face from her hands and looked directly into the camera. “I’ll get you for this, Dani. Someway, somehow. Payback is coming.”