Page 393 of Safe With You

She waited.

I glanced at her.

“What?”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

I did.

I just made her wait another second before I answered.

“The ones that feel like the person.”

Luna was quiet beside me.

I kept my eyes on the road.

“Anybody can stand where I tell them to stand and smile when I tell them to smile. Sometimes those come out good too. But usually the ones people keep are the ones where they recognize something.”

“In themselves?”

“Or whoever they’re looking at.”

She settled back against the seat.

“Hmm.”

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m thinking.”

“That dangerous?”

“Shut up.”

I smiled.

She turned toward the window, and I left her alone with whatever she was thinking.

By the time we got back to my house, Luna had moved on from photography and spent the last ten minutes telling me about an order that showed up with six copies of the wrong book.

“They better fix it. I needed those for a display tomorrow.”

I laughed and cut the engine.

“They’re fixing it?”

“They better be. I emailed them before we left.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“The problem is I needed those books today.”

“For what?”

“A display I’m putting together tomorrow.”

I got out and grabbed the empty box from the back seat.