Page 15 of Asher

“Well, at least my name is on someone’s lips.”

My lip curled. “Gross.”

“But true. Anyway, yes. I’m start the academy in a few weeks.”

My chest warmed. “I’m proud of you. Now you’ll have to fight the girls off.”

“That so?”

“Yep. Don’t you know? Firefighters are like lady dick magnets for women.”

“So pussy magnets?” His cheek twitched because he knew I wasn’t a huge fan of the word.

“If you want to call it that instead, sure.” I shrugged.

“You’re insane.”

I fluffed my hair. “But pretty, so it’s fine.”

“Right. Anyway. Now I have something to ask you.”

I placed my hand in the middle of my chest, pretending to act surprised. “If it’s for my hand in marriage, I’m going to decline.” I took another drink of my coffee. “Although you could be my back-up.”

“Back-up?”

“Yeah, like if I’m not married by the time I’m forty, we can get married.”

“You assume I’ll still be single, too.” Humor laced his words.

My lips twisted to the side. “Fair point. If we are both single at forty, we can get married.”

Grayson’s gaze flicked up to his rearview before looking at me out of the corner of his eye, his expression serious. “I’m surprised you didn’t have this arrangement with Asher.”

The back of my neck warmed. “Plans change.” I picked at my teal nail polish.

Grayson narrowed his eyes at me. “I’ll let you avoid that for now. At least I’ll have a wife at forty.” He joked, changing the subject. “Can I ask you my question now?”

“Shoot.”

“What do you have going two weekends from now?”

Grabbing my phone from by bag, I pulled up my calendar. “Nothing on the books. It’s one of my only free weekends for the next few months. Wedding season.” I did a half-assed jazz hand.

Grayson’s brown eyes sparkled mischievously. “How do you feel about Vegas?”

“In general?”

“As in, do you want to go to Vegas?”

I didn’t even have to think about it. “Um. Hell yes.”

“You’ll have to do a little working.” He winced like that would change my mind. I loved my job. Taking pictures calmed me.

“Are you eloping, or do you just want boudoir type photos against a slot-machine?”

“Funny.” He deadpanned. “I’m not eloping, but my buddy from the army is. His bride-to-be would like a photographer, but they can’t get one on such short notice.”

“Why are they getting married that quickly?” I asked, already researching places in Vegas for must have pictures. I’d never shot a Vegas wedding.

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