Page 52 of Flipping His Script
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Her face – pink just a moment ago – drained of color as my words hit home. "Photo shoot?"
"That'll come later," I said, "whether you want it or not."
She was frowning again. "Really?"
"Or," I added, "whetherIwant it or not."
So far, I'd been able to keep a low profile here in Sugar Falls. Other than my trip to the waffle joint, I'd been ordering takeout and keeping close to the house.
Not anymore.
Now, it was time to start dropping hints of my own, and I didn't mean to Anna.
The next day, when she showed up with her suitcase, I was ready to get the show on the road, even ifshewasn't.
