Page 79 of Dirty Shots

He shrugged. “Then both our names will most likely be dragged through the mud, but in time, people will forget, and we’ll still have each other and the memory of what we created together.”

For the first time, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Yes, we will.”

“So it’s agreed, then? Let Gavin Hollis and Jonathan Turner think and do whatever they want. We just have to prove them wrong.”

She exhaled a breath and appeared to relax a fraction. “Okay, deal.”

He leaned in and kissed her, and then turned and walked away.

“Where are you going, Eric?” she called after him, confusion in her tone.

“I have work to do,” he called back over his shoulder. “Time is running out and I need everything to be perfect.”

Even though he wasn’t dressed yet, and hadn’t had so much as a sip of coffee, he headed over to his desk. Before, when he’d been working, he only ever thought about himself as a photographer, and what people would make of his work. Now he worried he would do something wrong, and it would be Anya who would suffer. He couldn’t stand the idea that people would hate the photographs and she would be the one to bear the brunt of it. What if she took it personally, and started to hate herself or how she looked, purely because he hadn’t photographed her beautiful body perfectly? She didn’t deserve that.

He’d thought she would be the one to ruin him, but what it if flipped the other way around? Eric knew he would never be able to forgive himself.

He had to get this right.

The photographs had to be perfect.

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