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Tryingnot to gag, she unwound the wire and asked him to undo his jacket.Sheclipped on the lavalier, feeding the wire under his coat.
Hereyes flicked toKrish, who was photographing the groomsmen one by one near a big picture window.Justbefore they’d broken up, he secured an assistant position withConnorKnight—the world’s best wedding photographer—and she’d been making documentaries.Afterthey broke up, her finances pushed her to walk away from documentaries and give videoing weddings a try.Sheneeded money fast.Asidefrom that, the schedule worked better with her body’s specific needs.
God,Krishfilled out a suit well.Helooked even more muscular than when they’d dated.Shewondered if he had a girlfriend—or worse—if he was married.Thethought made her frown.
Thefather said something to her and she refocused on him. ‘Sorry?’
‘Idon’t like this mic, love.Toobig.It’llruin the line of my suit.’
Shedidn’t need this bullshit right now. ‘Don’tworry.Yourarse does that already.’
Ittook a moment for her to register the silence and realise, with a shock, she’d spoken out loud.Slowly, she looked up.
Thetwo men sat deathly still, their eyes darting between her and the father of the bride.Takingher cue from them, she also froze, her fingers hovering on the mic pack at the back ofLarry’strousers.
Fuckher and her big mouth.Innormal circumstances, she was good at hiding her cheeky side.Krish’ssudden appearance had put her off her game.Shecould feel the hulking presence of theRockbehind her.
Anapology stuck like wet cotton balls in her throat.
Larry’shead swivelled towards her at a glacial pace, the faint outline of unamused eyes visible through his tinted glasses.Heregarded her for a second that felt as long as aPeterJacksonfilm.
Andthen he laughed.
‘Ha!That’sa good one.Ilike you.She’sfunny.’
Theother men exchanged a relieved look and also laughed, the tension dissolving as quickly as it had come.
Shereally did not need this extra stress today.Everywedding was already a game of chance for her: would she wake up that morning free of pain, or would her broken body decide to unleash hell?Shetook on a maximum of three wedding bookings per month and spent the rest of her time in the editing room.Threedays per month.Justthree days where her body needed to not be an arsehole.
Today, she’d lost the game.Allshe could say was thank god for painkillers.
Shemoved away from the men and found an empty table where she could prep her video equipment.
‘Everythingokay?’
Shejumped to findKrishstanding behind her, his film-poster handsome face creased with concern.Turningback to her bag, she said, ‘Yeah.Why?’
‘IthoughtIsaw some tension with the father…’
‘Itwas nothing.Anyway,Ican handle myself.Thanks.’Krishhad always had an overdevelopedLancelotComplex.Heliked to be the knight in shining armour, but she was beyond saving.Shewished he would go away and let her get on with her work.
Hedidn’t.Loweringhis voice he said, ‘Doyou know who the bride’s father is?’
Takingout her monopod, she extended the leg with a snap and secured it. ‘Larry?Idon’t know.Aretired construction worker?Hehas the build for it.’
Krishhuffed a laugh. ‘Hedoes love a shovel, but not for construction.’Ashe leaned towards her, she could smell the lemony soap he’d used that morning.Whenthey’d been together, they used to love a good shower.Runningthe soap over each other’s bodies, the frictionless way she would glide up his torso when he lifted her to his height, her legs wrapped around his middle, her back pressed against the cool tiles.
Sheignored the flutter in her stomach.
‘Larry, as you call him, is also known asLarry“Chuckles”Bonneface.Heused to dispose of bodies for theMcGinnycrime family.’
Whata mood killer.Hereyes went wide and she couldn’t help glancing towards the sexagenarian and his cronies. ‘Nobloody way.’
‘Don’tlook at them!’Krishsaid in a hushed tone, putting his hand on her arm and turning her away.Herskin blazed under his touch.Sheshook him off more aggressively then she meant to.Aflicker of hurt passed over his eyes before the shutters came down again.
Shelaughed uncomfortably. ‘Chucklesis a pretty benign nickname.Areyou sure?’Shehid her discomfiture in action as she attached her camera to the monopod.
‘Itwas because he used to laugh whenever they gave him a body to dispose of.’
