It wasn’t as if the case was overly heavy, it was just another indication that perhaps there was more going on with the joint than just the dislocation. The scans hadn’t shown anything, but it was possible he could’ve had a small tear in the muscle that hadn’t been detected but had now gotten bigger. There was nothing he could do about it at the moment, he had a job to do. One he would do competently, and the way it deserved to be done.
Back in the car, he ignored the pain in his shoulder and concentrated on getting them out of the lot and to the correct location in double quick time. He was aware of the woman sitting in the passenger seat, her large hat resting on her lap. Her attention fixed on the passing scenery as her top teeth worried her lower lip.
“Are you nervous?” He couldn’t believe someone as successful as Indigo could be anxious about the upcoming shoot. Her face was everywhere. He would understand if this was the first time she was working with a world class client, but it wasn’t.
“A little. Going to the wrong place isn’t exactly a great impression, is it?”
Her honesty surprised him. He expected her to brush him off, laugh as if his comment was the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard.
“Maybe not, but we’re on our way. I’m sure the others won’t be mad at you.”
She snorted, such an unladylike sound. “You can’t tell me you weren’t steaming mad when you had to come and get me.”
“A minor inconvenience.” And in the grand scheme of things, it was. No one had seemed too annoyed that he had to go get Indigo. Only he had, and that was more to do with his feelings toward her than anything else. “Besides, Jeffrey and Greta weren’t there when I left. Even if you had arrived on time, we would’ve been standing around.”
“They’re allowed to be late. They’re the ones I’m working for.Ishouldn’t be the one holding everyone up.”
Wilt checked the traffic before turning into the lot where everyone was waiting. “We can go back and forth on who’s to blame. At the end of the day, we’re all here, and if we leave twenty or thirty minutes after the scheduled time, it’s not a big deal.”
Which was a contradiction to every thought he’d had about the situation. With making their own way over to the island, they had more flexibility than if they’d been taking the ferry everyone else took.
Indigo didn’t respond, and the second he pulled the car in and turned the engine off, she practically leapt out, jamming her ridiculously large, sparkly hat on.
Wilt sighed, it was going to be a long few weeks.
Chapter
Five
After her mishap of being in the wrong place, the rest of the day had gone rather smoothly for Indigo. She and Greta had chatted on the trip over. The other woman told stories about her daughter and son, who were excited to be spending some time with their friends while their parents were on the island. Greta also apologized in advance that when their kids joined them, things could get a little chaotic.
Indigo had been surprised the couple would want their children on a photoshoot with them, but Greta had explained this was their life; they always came with them. They did online schooling—which they were very disciplined with getting the work done—and so had the flexibility to travel around. When they got to high school age, Greta said they would put them into regular school.
Indigo would’ve loved to have had the experiences those kids were having, but it had just been her and her mum, and there hadn’t been any spare money laying around for anything fun. Once she’d started earning some big dollars, she’d bought her mum her own place—which she’d only been able to enjoy for a couple of years before she got sick and passed away from complications of the illness.
The house was still Indigo’s, but she rented it out. One day she would sell it, but for now, she was happy having it tenanted.
The sun was beginning to set, and Indigo stepped on the soft sand to watch it dip below the horizon. Tomorrow, everything would be full-on, so she was going to savor the beauty of it all before she became too tired to do anything but fall into bed at the end of the day.
The bungalow she’d been given was cute and had a fantastic view of the beach. There were even quokkas hopping around the bush. She’d taken a dozen photos and even managed to get a selfie with one. The little creature had been exactly like the photos she’d seen online, and she got one with it smiling at the camera.
She itched to post it to social media, but while she was on a job, she never posted anything, because she didn’t want to draw attention to the campaign she was working on. Nor her location. After all she’d gone through with her stalker, she’d become extra careful to protect her location. She posted any snaps she took while away, a couple of weeks after she returned.
The general public, and what they posted, was something she couldn’t control, but there had only been a few occasions when she’d been tagged in posts, and her location had gotten out.
The sun had disappeared, and all that was left were streaks of pink and orange. It was peaceful, and at times like this, the world seemed serene.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
Indigo startled at the deep voice behind her, and she whirled around, her hand on her chest. “A little warning would be nice. Do you often creep up on unsuspecting women?”
Wilt shoved his hands in his pockets, his biceps bulging against the fabric of the black T-shirt he wore. One that looked like if he moved a certain way, the seams would burst. The shorts he wore showcased his muscular thighs.
How wrong she’d been when she thought he wouldn’t be able to take an enemy down. The man in front of her looked as if he could wrestle a crocodile and not break a sweat.
“You’re right. Sorry.”
His apology surprised her. A lot of the guys she’d been out with and worked with, almost choked on the word sorry, as if admitting they were wrong would somehow diminish their manhood.
