“Gare!” Hazel complained, staring at him with her mouth open. “What’s going on? I…” Her phone rang, and she pulled it from her jeans pocket. “Oh, crap, it’s Devreaux.”
The photo booth camera flashed.
“I have to answer it!”
“No, you don’t. It’s seven o’clock. Work’s over.”
“Just a minute!”
The camera flashed again.
Hazel answered. “Jason, what’s up? I’m busy.”
Laughing, Gareth leaned back against the wall.
“I never said I’d pick you up from the airport!” Hazel rolled her eyes. “I’m your agent, not your chauffeur.”
Another flash went off.
Gareth snatched the phone from her hand. “Devreaux, get your own ride or I’ll sell you back,” he said sharply, and hung up. “There you go.” He handed the phone back to Hazel.
Another flash.
“That was rude,” she stated.
“Sue me.”
“I can’t! You had to go and destroy our code of conduct.”
“I needed scrap paper,” he replied innocently. “Oh, that’s fantastic. Now we have four photos of you on the phone.”
Hazel shrugged. “They show me in my natural environment?”
“Iam your natural environment,” he clarified.
Hazel frowned in mock skepticism. “I don’t know, Gare. You can’t just get promoted fromboyfriendtonatural environmentin a week.”
“I want to debate that,” he said bluntly.
She laughed — and God, how could laughter make him so happy? “No debates today. So come on, let’s take more photos.” She tossed some change into the machine. “Let’s just smile. No posing.”
“Fine. Although I’d be open to a kiss on the cheek.”
Hazel pressed the start button again. “Sure, you can kiss me.”
“I was thinking of you giving me a kiss on the cheek.”
“Why don’t you give me one?”
“Take turns?”
“Okay, but who goes first…”
Flashes went off.
“Oh, hell! The machine’s too fast. Go on, just kiss me, then…”
Suddenly, the curtain was ripped open. “Guys, you’ve been hogging this thing for ten minutes! The photo booth is open to everyone!”
