Page 72 of Hunted Hearts
A delivery truck was pulling away.
Theo frowned. He wasn’t expecting anything.
With a suspicious scan of the area, he cracked open the door and spotted the small parcel on the step.
He stepped out and grabbed the package.
“Theo?”
“Stay back, Juliette.”
If it was an explosive…
He examined the label—overnight rush, printed from some online shop.
He peeled open the package and stopped cold.
Inside was a slim, linen-wrapped photobook. His gut pitched as he flipped it open, dreading what he might see.
Then his brain blanked.
Boudoir shots, artfully done. Dozens of them. All of Juliette.
Juliette posed in delicate lace, tangled in soft sheets, kissed by golden light. The shots were tasteful and artistic, some playful…others devastatingly sensual.
All of them were her. And every single one felt like a gift and a curse at the same time.
He stepped into the house and closed the door in a daze, the book clasped in one hand. He met her stare. “Juliette…”
She glanced down at what he held. “The album arrived.”
He could only stare and fight the urge to grab the woman and lay claim to her.
“I wanted to thank you,” she said softly. “For Serenity.”
“When did you do this?”
“Yesterday.”
His fingers clamped tighter on the book. His gut clenched with instinctive concern. “You went to a photographer?”
Her lips popped open in surprise, and she issued a soft, tinkling laugh. “No. I took them with my phone on a timer, with the aid of a couple of strategically stacked books.”
“I didn’t know you were interested in photography.”
“Did you know you can learn anything from video tutorials?”
He stared at her, stunned beyond words.
She shrugged. “I edited them, added some filters and uploaded them to a photobook site. I had it shipped to the ranch but asked Aspen to intercept it and have it rerouted here so I could surprise you.”
“Jesus, Juliette.” His cock was a steel rod throbbing behind his fly.
She gave him a playful look. “I hope that’s the good kind of growl in your voice.”
He let the book fall open to a random page, staring down at the image of her in soft pink lace, lips slightly parted, her eyes fixed on the camera. No shame, just bold beauty.
She made this for him. When she stared into that lens, she was thinking ofhim.
