fabric molding nice high breasts. Not too large. Perfect for her slim build.
She took a hearty bite of the doughnut, and then enthusiastically licked her lips. He smiled but then pulled a straight face before noisily clearing his throat.
She turned to him with a look of surprise, still chewing, and then glanced at her watch. “Wow! It’s almost seven.”
“How long have you been here?”
“About an hour.” She gestured to a small silver thermos. “Want some coffee?”
“Later maybe.”
Her gaze went to his leather garment bag. “Are those the shirts?”
“Yes, ma’am, one white, one black, both long-sleeved, just as you ordered.”
“I requested.”
“I stand corrected.”
Her lips curved. “Want a doughnut before we get started? I’ve got glazed and buttermilk.”
“I’ll pass.”
She took another bite, this one smaller than her last one, her gaze going to an alcove where a white stone bench had been nestled between two hibiscus bushes boasting large orange blossoms. “In about fifteen minutes the lighting will be perfect in that corner. What do you think of taking a few shots there?”
“I don’t know.” He had nothing against flowers, but the setting was…“Doesn’t it look a little feminine?”
She thoughtfully pursed her lips for a second. “Iknow quite a few gay guys who subscribe to Today’s Man. We should really appeal to all readers.”
He stared at her, unable to tell if she were serious. “The gays I know aren’t feminine.”
“I was only joking.” She cocked her head to the side and studied him for a moment, something that looked like approval gleamed in her eyes. “But that was an excellent answer.”
“Happy I passed the test. Now I can get some sleep tonight.”
She laughed, took the last bite of her doughnut and then wiped her hands with a paper napkin. A speck of glaze clung to her lower lip, and he waited for her to wipe her mouth. But she wadded up the napkin and stuffed it into a white paper sack.
“Okay, I’m going to start taking some candid shots to get us both loosened up.” She picked up a camera and met his eyes. “Something wrong?”
“No,” he said, his gaze automatically going back to her mouth before he caught himself and walked away. “Any particular place you want me?”
“Nope.”
He turned around and a flash went off. Startled, he blinked and stepped back.
“Perfect,” she said, and snapped another photo. “Just walk around, look at the flowers, whatever.”
Another flash. And then another.
He pushed a hand through his hair, tried to relax. Tried not to dwell on the fact he’d rather be just about anywhere else on the planet but here.
She lowered the camera and stared glumly at him. “Can you at least try not to look as if you’re at a funeral?”
“I wasn’t prepared for you to start shooting.”
“This is just an exercise. None of it counts. Pretend I’m not even here.”
“Right.” The glaze stubbornly clung to her lower lip. He ought to tell her. If nothing else, just so he could quit obsessing. Quit fixating on her mouth. She’d get the wrong idea. Though she did have nice lips. Perfectly shaped. Naturally full without a collagen overdose.
“Terrific.” Another flash. “That’s the look I want.”
He dragged his gaze away from her mouth and turned his head.
“Hey, come on, you were doing great.” She frowned at him over the camera. “What’s wrong?”
“I wasn’t prepared.”
“That was the point. You know…candid.” She smiled and then peered through the lens again. “You’d rather prepare? Then whatever it was you were thinking, do it again.”
Jack took a deep breath. This woman was going to make him nuts. “I think I need some of that coffee now.”
“Sure. Help yourself.”
She kept snapping away as he walked to the thermos. The top that served as a cup was there, empty, but obviously having been used. He looked around but didn’t see any others.
“Oh, damn.” She lowered the
She took a hearty bite of the doughnut, and then enthusiastically licked her lips. He smiled but then pulled a straight face before noisily clearing his throat.
She turned to him with a look of surprise, still chewing, and then glanced at her watch. “Wow! It’s almost seven.”
“How long have you been here?”
“About an hour.” She gestured to a small silver thermos. “Want some coffee?”
“Later maybe.”
Her gaze went to his leather garment bag. “Are those the shirts?”
“Yes, ma’am, one white, one black, both long-sleeved, just as you ordered.”
“I requested.”
“I stand corrected.”
Her lips curved. “Want a doughnut before we get started? I’ve got glazed and buttermilk.”
“I’ll pass.”
She took another bite, this one smaller than her last one, her gaze going to an alcove where a white stone bench had been nestled between two hibiscus bushes boasting large orange blossoms. “In about fifteen minutes the lighting will be perfect in that corner. What do you think of taking a few shots there?”
“I don’t know.” He had nothing against flowers, but the setting was…“Doesn’t it look a little feminine?”
She thoughtfully pursed her lips for a second. “Iknow quite a few gay guys who subscribe to Today’s Man. We should really appeal to all readers.”
He stared at her, unable to tell if she were serious. “The gays I know aren’t feminine.”
“I was only joking.” She cocked her head to the side and studied him for a moment, something that looked like approval gleamed in her eyes. “But that was an excellent answer.”
“Happy I passed the test. Now I can get some sleep tonight.”
She laughed, took the last bite of her doughnut and then wiped her hands with a paper napkin. A speck of glaze clung to her lower lip, and he waited for her to wipe her mouth. But she wadded up the napkin and stuffed it into a white paper sack.
“Okay, I’m going to start taking some candid shots to get us both loosened up.” She picked up a camera and met his eyes. “Something wrong?”
“No,” he said, his gaze automatically going back to her mouth before he caught himself and walked away. “Any particular place you want me?”
“Nope.”
He turned around and a flash went off. Startled, he blinked and stepped back.
“Perfect,” she said, and snapped another photo. “Just walk around, look at the flowers, whatever.”
Another flash. And then another.
He pushed a hand through his hair, tried to relax. Tried not to dwell on the fact he’d rather be just about anywhere else on the planet but here.
She lowered the camera and stared glumly at him. “Can you at least try not to look as if you’re at a funeral?”
“I wasn’t prepared for you to start shooting.”
“This is just an exercise. None of it counts. Pretend I’m not even here.”
“Right.” The glaze stubbornly clung to her lower lip. He ought to tell her. If nothing else, just so he could quit obsessing. Quit fixating on her mouth. She’d get the wrong idea. Though she did have nice lips. Perfectly shaped. Naturally full without a collagen overdose.
“Terrific.” Another flash. “That’s the look I want.”
He dragged his gaze away from her mouth and turned his head.
“Hey, come on, you were doing great.” She frowned at him over the camera. “What’s wrong?”
“I wasn’t prepared.”
“That was the point. You know…candid.” She smiled and then peered through the lens again. “You’d rather prepare? Then whatever it was you were thinking, do it again.”
Jack took a deep breath. This woman was going to make him nuts. “I think I need some of that coffee now.”
“Sure. Help yourself.”
She kept snapping away as he walked to the thermos. The top that served as a cup was there, empty, but obviously having been used. He looked around but didn’t see any others.
“Oh, damn.” She lowered the
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