Page 61 of Hot Shot

He blinks at me, as if surprised by my acceptance of this. “Really?”

I laugh. “Sure. I’d do it if I was on a beach where other people were.”

“We aresogoing to France.”

“Hmm. Might be the same in Spain. Have you been to Spanish beaches?”

“Sadly, no. But I’m pretty sure topless sunbathing is common in most European countries.”

I touch my fingers to my bottom lip. “Well, that means less to pack.”

He barks out a laugh. “Christ.”

I wink at him. “Bikini tops take up so much room in my luggage.”

“How many bikinis are you taking?” He looks like he’s in pain.

“I think I’ll need a few.”

He groans. “Now that I’ve got that image in my mind, I’m so fucked.” He sighs and turns his gaze back to the computer screen. “Well, this one leaving September 30 looks like the best price, and it’s only one stop, in New York. You’ll get there the morning of October 1.”

“You’re right. These are pretty similar prices, just depends where I want my layover.”

“And which airline.”

I nod, narrowing my eyes at the screen. “Okay, I have to just do this.” I square my shoulders and start clicking and typing to enter my information and book the flight.

When I’m finished, Marco picks up my wineglass and drains it.

I look from the empty glass to him. “Um . . . maybe you should have poured yourself a glass too?”

“Apparently I should have. I’ll get you more.”

“I have beer if you want one!” I call to him as he moves to the kitchen.

“Great,” he mutters. When he returns with a beer for himself and another glass of wine for me, he asks, “What else do you have to do?”

“Well, right at the moment, not much. Hayden and I are going to look at dresses this weekend.”

“So they’ve booked the wedding date?”

“September 23. It’s fast but we think we can do it, since they want it small.” I pause. “I think you’re invited.”

His lips twitch. “Yeah, pretty sure I am.”

I smile. “Also, I told Anna I would research locations for the kids’ art studio, but I can finish that tomorrow. I found a few possibilities already. And the dance at the retirement home isn’t until Thursday night, so I have time to pick up some decorations and food.”

“You should be a party planner.”

“That would be a super fun job.”

“Why do you want to be a photographer?”

“Because I love it. And I think I’m good at it.” I sigh. “But I know earning a living as a photographer is really unrealistic.”

“Is it?”

“The kind of photographs I like to take aren’t going to earn me a lot of money.”

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