“She has. They’re probably in storage somewhere.”
“What’s the point, then?”
He shrugs. “The point is, she took the pictures, and me from a newborn to now is preserved somewhere. I’m pretty sure they’re artistically done.”
What the—? It doesn’t even sound like he’sseenthem. “How do you know if she stuck them into storage?”
“Because she gave me one on my birthday.”
Now we’re getting somewhere.“Can I see it?” I ask.
“I’d love to show it to you, but it’s in a vault in Geneva.”
“Geneva.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I don’t suppose that’s a little-known neighborhood in the Greater Los Angeles area?”
“No. Switzerland.”
I shake my head. “You’re as bad as her.”
He shrugs again. “Displaying photos of each other isn’t something we do.”
“So you don’t have any pictures of your mom on your phone?”
“Nope.”
I can’t imagine. I have lots of photos of my grandparents on mine. “You know how to use the camera on your phone, right?”
“Of course.” He pulls it out and snaps a picture of me. “There. Took one just now.”
Laughing, I run to him. “Show me!”
“Nope. It’s mine.”
I reach out to take the phone from his hand, but he raises it out of reach.
“Show me! I want to know if I look weird.”
“You look great. I’m a fantastic photographer.”
I shake my head. “You’re just…”
“Wonderful. Amazing. Thoughtful. Sweet.”
I laugh again. “Full of it.”
“Exactly. ‘It’ being manly awesomeness, of course.”
He snakes his arm around me and pulls me close. A gasp tears from my lips, and he takes my mouth. I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. My heart accelerates, and my God, he feels so, so good. What’s crazy is how it feels as natural as breathing to have his lips on mine. I would’ve never thought I’d feel that way when we first met. I can feel him growing hard against me, and it makes me ache. It’s like my body knows he’s the one.
When he lowers his other arm, I press closer against him…until a wayward thought hits me. Suddenly, I make a grab for the phone.
But he’s too quick, jerking it out of reach again. “Nice try.” He smiles, shaking a finger at me. “Sneaky girl.”
“I just want to see my picture.” I flutter my eyelashes. “Pretty please?”
