Page 78 of Give Me a Shot

He put the client orders on his desk and felt like he should check his phone. To his very pleasant surprise there was a message from Jess.

Jess:

Good morrow, m’lord Fezzik. (did a little googling on Faire vocab, so I’m trying)

Mo:

Good morrow then, m’lady Roberts. I’m impressed with the effort.

Thanks. Just checking on you. Ready for photoshoot day?

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Mo had been more than happy to be distracted from their photoshoots scheduled for that weekend. But he couldn’t continue ignoring it if he wanted to get his hands on a Fezzik costume.

Mo:

I am not. At all.

Jess:

Is it being photographed or getting the garb?

YES

Jess replied with several laughing emojis.

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Mo smiled, broad and free. Someone knocked on the not-quite-closed door.

“Hey, Mo,” David said, pushing his way in. “I’m having trouble with the…Are you all right?”

Mo realized he’d looked up with the smile on his face. He quickly tucked it away.

“I’m fine,” he grunted.

David blinked at him. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile before,” he said, eyes wide.

Mo grunted again, narrowing his eyes.

“Right,” David said. “I’ll come back later.” He left, closing the door behind him. A charge of embarrassment prickled Mo’s scalp. He returned to his phone.

Jess:

My skin is itchy just thinking aboutit

Mo:

Same

Jess:

I’m sure you’ll look great

Mo wanted to tell her that she always looked great no matter what, but he didn’t want to be weird. But maybe that wouldn’t be weird. They’d slept together. He should be able to compliment her. He started to say that, but the ellipsis started again.

Jess:

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