Page 86 of Receiving His Mercy
“Because she’s a wedding photographer.”
Rory gaped at him for a long moment before she burst into laughter. “Oh, you’re in for a treat.”
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“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” he snapped as he stared at a photo.
There was so much darkness and death and danger in this one photo that it made his heart leap into his throat. His stomach dropped as he tried to make sense of what was in front of him.
It was incredible.
It took his breath away with how much it said.
But mostly what it said was that it was his woman on the other end of the camera taking that fucking dangerous, powerful, amazing, terrifying photo.
Your woman?
Fuck. Shit.
He’d had his fingers inside her. He’d brought her to orgasm. He’d worried over her, obsessed over her, hadn’t been able to sleep for thinking about her.
And he spent countless hours thinking about ways to keep her safe.
So did that make her his?
He was starting to think that it did. She just didn’t know that yet.
Calm down.
You need to think more clearly. This sort of chaos isn’t what you want or need in your life, remember?
Yeah, but he was also starting to think that he was a fucking idiot.
Stress had his heart racing faster as he moved to the next photo.
“Jace, you need to talk to him. He can’t just swear like that in a place like this. And everyone is giving him a wide berth,” Rory said to his brother.
Rory was the only reason they’d gotten into this exhibition since it was invite-only. Apparently, she’d contacted Caren who had put her name with two guests onto the list at the front door.
Yep. You had to be on a fucking list at the fucking front door.
All right. He wasn’t sure why that annoyed him so much. It just did.
Maybe because all signs point to you not knowing her at all?
Her reply to his text the other day had been a thumbs up. Who fucking replied using just a freaking thumbs up? What did that mean? That she was okay?
He’d wanted to call and demand to know why she’d let him think she was a wedding photographer. And not a fucking award-winning photojournalist who took the most amazing, poignant and utterly terrifying photos he’d ever seen in his life.
But he’d forced himself to wait. He’d wanted to see the evidence of what she did for himself and he knew if he saw her or messaged her that he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
He’d demand to know what was going on.
Why she hadn’t told him about this.
About how much danger she put herself in to take these photos.
“Travis, you’ve got to stop scowling at the photos, people are going to think you don’t like them,” Jace told him.
