Page 53 of Until You

Lanie glanced up at him with a grin. “You should have worn a hat.”

But her comment only reminded him that she’d worn a hat to the game. With Aiden.

Why the fuck did he care about that shithead Aiden?

“Let’s start moving to the bridge,” Holly said, herding everyone in that direction.

But Tyler didn’t follow. He was too busy trying to deal with his raging emotions. If he didn’t know any better he’d think he was…

Oh my fucking God. He was jealous.

“Tyler?” Lanie asked. “Are you okay?”

No. He was far from okay, but there was no way in hell he was going to admit that. He’d slept with her one time. One fucking time. Why was he feeling this way?

But she was watching him, waiting for an answer.

“I’m fine,” he said, reaching his hand up to run it over his hair, but he hit his gash and sent a spike of pain through his head. “Son of a bitch.”

“When was the last time you took anything for the pain?” she asked, digging in her purse.

“This morning.” He started to pace, his chest tightening. He needed to pull himself together.

She handed him two tablets and a bottle of water. “Here. This should help.”

He swallowed the pills and chased them down with a gulp of water.

Lanie studied him with worried eyes, and he resisted the urge to haul her to his chest and kiss her. She’d kill him if he did. For one thing, she wanted last night to be a secret, but for another, he had no idea if she still wanted him. For all he knew last night was a one-time thing for her.

When did he start second-guessing himself?

“Lanie,” he said, then paused. “About…I mean…”

“Tyler! Lanie!” Holly called. “We need you.”

Lanie gave him a worried smile. “We can talk after the shoot.”

“Yeah.”

They walked over to the thirty-foot wooden bridge that spanned over a narrow section of a small lake in the park. Holly had already positioned everyone else on the bridge, leaving Lanie and Tyler for last, although they were between Celesta and Alvin and Rowdy and Mindy, Brittany’s maid of honor.

“This is a romantic location,” Holly teased, “so let’s have some fun with it.”

A romantic location, he thought.

Tyler decided he’d never been one to sit around and whine. If he had, he’d be working as a mechanic in his father’s auto shop. He’d always taken matters into his own hands, and that’s what he was going to do now.

He was supposed to stand behind Lanie for the pose, and as he pressed his chest into her back, he got a fantastic view of her breasts. “I’ve thought about you today,” he whispered.

Her breath hitched. “Oh, yeah?”

“Great smile, Lanie,” the photographer said.

Tyler laughed behind her, rested his hand on her hip and watched the rise and fall of her breasts, getting more turned on by the second as he remembered her in her white lace bra the night before.

“Tyler!” the photographer shouted. “Can you look at the camera?”

Lanie chuckled as the photographer took several shots.

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