“As if we’d give our cover models any less.”
Surprise shot through me. “Cover models?”
“Of course. Did you think we would have the most famous NRR driver and his handsome hubby as anything less than a cover story?”
“Well, I expected Drew to be on the cover…” My words trailed away.
“We want you both,” Emily said directly.
“Like together?” Drew questioned.
“Of course. You’re racing’s hottest couple and have been for over a decade now. That deserves a couple cover.”
“A couple cover,” I repeated.
“Just picture it,” a man carrying a camera interjected and gestured in front of him like he was painting a vision. “Blue skies, the sexy speedway as our backdrop, our award-winning racer in his fire suit, and his sexy, muscled hunk of a husband pulling him into his chest with the wind in their hair.”
“Uh, who are you?” Drew asked, completely underwhelmed.
“David. David DaSilva,” he replied. “I’m the visionary artist for today’s shoot.”
Drew looked at me.
“He’s the photographer,” I said simply.
“But it’s so much more than a photograph,” David said. “It’s the details that matter most. The colors, the pose. And looking at you both, I can see it perfectly.” He turned to Emily. “I want it to have an old-school bodice-ripper feel but like modern and sporty.”
“Ooooh, love that,” Emily cooed.
“A bodice-whatta?” I asked.
“No,” Drew deadpanned.
David and Emily both looked at Drew as if they’d never heard the word no before. Which was obviously a lie. Drew told Emily no years ago.Ahh, good times.
“Ooh!” Emily gasped. “Celebrating a decade of #manlove. Racing’s most-loved couple talks cars, raising a family, and keeping their #trewlove alive.”
“It’s a masterpiece!” David declared.
“Oh God, not the ship name,” Drew muttered.
“Did our brother email you?” I asked.
“Which brother?” Emily asked.
“Never mind.” She didn’t need any more ideas.
“And of course we will be talking about those retirement rumors,” Emily sang.
“It will be iconic.” David decided. “Let’s get you both into makeup and wardrobe.”
“You know, I would love to, but I didn’t bring my suit.”
“Olivia!” David yelled.
A dark-haired woman appeared, carrying Drew’s suit.
“Ron Gamble was kind enough to have it sent over,” David said.
