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“I think we got some great stuff, guys,” she says, studying the photos on her camera. “I’ll get this edited tonight and send it to you for approval.”
“That would be great. I’m so excited to see them,” I say.
We say our goodbyes and watch her drive off.
“Was that so bad?” I ask JJ.
“No, but I’m glad it’s over with. I hope we got some good material for an ad.”
“I can’t wait to see it.” We head to the cabin, and I tug off the hat. Earlier today, JJ fixed up some chili and put it in a slow cooker he found in the pantry. The cabin smells amazing. “God, that’s making me starved.”
“I’ll dish us up. Go sit.”
“You sure?”
“Yep. I’ve got this covered,” he says.
“Okay.”
“Nothing like a bowl of chili on football night,” he calls over his shoulder.
“What channel is the game on?” I ask, heading to the TV.
“Five, I think.”
I get it on, then curl up on the couch with a blanket around me.
“Are you a cracker girl or a corn chip girl?” he calls from the kitchen.
“Cracker. You?”
“Corn chips, all the way.”
I smile, loving the easy camaraderie.
Soon, JJ joins me, passing me a steaming bowl.
“Thanks.” I dig in, then moan around a mouthful. “This is so good.”
We devour our chili, and by the time the game is over, I get a text from Phoebe.
“What does she say?” JJ asks.
“She says to check my email. She just sent the video and the stills.”
I grab my laptop and return to the couch, scooting close to JJ to view it together.
The ad is adorable, and she even overlayed some music. At the end, she put a still of our hours and address.
“This is fantastic,” I say.
“That’s way better than what I was expecting. She’s good.”
“We’re a pretty cute couple in these shots, you have to admit.” I stare at one of the stills of us cuddled in front of the truck. We look like a happy couple in love.
A tinge of sadness flares in me, wishing it were real.
“You okay?” JJ asks, and I paste on a smile.
