Page 35 of Safe With You

Instead, I smiled. “I have a feeling that’s not the whole story.”

His eyes met mine, and for the first time all night, I watched him hesitate.

“No,” he admitted quietly. “It’s not.”

For reasons I couldn’t explain, I found myself hoping I’d get to hear the rest of the story one day.

My eyes drifted to the camera hanging from his shoulder, and I laughed softly.

“I almost forgot you were actually here to work.”

He glanced down at it before looking back at me.

“I was wondering how long it would take you to remember.”

“Maybe you’re distracting.”

His eyebrows lifted slightly.

I realized what I’d said a second too late.

“I mean, the conversation.”

“Right.” The corner of his mouth lifted. “The conversation.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Whatever that was.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

The smile he was trying to hide said otherwise.

I shook my head. “I promise I didn’t hire you just for the conversation.”

“I would’ve been slightly offended if you had.”

“Only slightly?”

“I’ve got to protect my ego somehow.”

I smiled, and his eyes stayed on mine just long enough for me to notice.

“So...” I said, looking away first, “how long do you usually take to get photos back?”

“It depends on the event, but I should have everything sorted tomorrow. I’ll spend another day or two editing, and I’ll send you the final edits by the end of the week.”

“That’s quicker than I expected.”

“I don’t like sitting on people’s memories.”

The words caught me off guard.

“People’s memories?”

He nodded.