I roll my eyes at him, “I’m not a musician, just a photographer. One of millions of them. I’d be happy if it could just pay my bills and live comfortably.”
“Do you need a studio to work out of?” Talon asks as we watch Foster work.
“That would be awesome for portrait sessions, but I can work outside. The weather will hold for a while.”
“I can have a studio built in the basement. There’s a spare room down there that isn’t being used.”
“This housing is just temporary,” I remind him.
“Fine, then, in the new house. I’ll call the builders and update the plans.”
I shove him in the arm, “You can’t change your house for me. We might hate each other by the time it’s built.”
He shakes his head, “Bullshit. I’d never hate you. I’ll get on it right now.”
He jumps from the bed and leaves the room before I can argue with him anymore. When I look back at Foster, he’s watching me with a goofy smile.
“He’s crazy,” I tell him.
“Nah, he’s just crazy about you, Kitten.”
I groan, “That’s so cheesy.”
“Maybe, but no less the truth. We both are. Get over it. Let’s finish this up. I feel the need to eat something cheesy now,” he quips.
I can’t help but laugh. “I love you.” I go still.
That had snuck out of my mouth.
I look up at Foster in a panic and watch a brilliant smile bloom on his face.
He walks back to me and takes my face in his hands. “I love you too, pretty girl.” He gently kisses my lips, “Now let's get a snack. I’m hungry.”
There goes this being casual.
Chapter 14
Posting my work online has been a big success. After just a few days, Foster approached me with a fantastic opportunity. His college friend was getting married in a week, and their photographer canceled because of a family emergency. Finding someone on such short notice during the height of the wedding season was nearly impossible. Foster reached out to them and showed them my site. They were grateful I was willing to commit on such short notice, and the paycheck was too good for me to turn down.
It’s my first wedding of this size, and it’s been a long day. I woke up at dawn and drove two hours to get here, and I’ve been on my feet working for ten hours since arriving. There are just a couple more hours to go. I steady my hands as I take shots of the beautiful, three-tiered wedding cake while the two hundred guests eat their sensational-smelling dinner.
As I walk around the backside of the cake, the bride's mother approaches me. “We have a plate set aside for you, dear. Take yourself a break and enjoy,” she points to a table setting by itself.
The ballroom of this boutique hotel is elegantly decorated, accented by pink and cream flowers that match the wedding theme. I can't see myself ever getting married, but if I were going to, it wouldn't be some generic wedding in a hotel or banquet hall. A ceremony on a beach or outdoors is my dream—a small celebration with the ones I love.
I sit down at my place setting and dig in. The food is delicious, as expected. The beef dish must be expensive. I’m considering what shots I want to capture of the dancing when Foster sits beside me.
"Hey there," I tell him.
"Fancy meeting you here," he says.
“Thank you so much for hooking me up with this. It’s been great.”
“I’m happy to help you out. You must be exhausted.”
I lay my head briefly on his arm, “Pretty much, but it’s good. This place is beautiful.”
"What time are you done, or are you staying until the end?" he asks, running his hand up and down my arm.
