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I stopped. “Are you serious?” He laughed, and I continued, “Never mind. Are you going to help me or not?”

“When do you need to have the photoshoot?”

“I’m going to the Community Foundation tomorrow to work out the details, but I’m thinking we need to have it in the next few weeks to launch for Christmas. They have a photographer who said he would shoot pro bono, and since there isn’t any snow, we’ll have to get a machine to manufacture it. The autumn lighting won’t be quite what I need for winter scenes, but we can make it work.”

He stared at my mouth as I talked. I was rambling.

Reluctantly, he said, “Yes, I’ll help you.”

“Thank you.”

He walked to the door. “I might be late. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Wait, one more thing.” He stopped. “I need you to help me haul Betty Blue to ‘Whitehorse Ranch’ tomorrow. Lane said I can board her there until I figure out what to do long term.”

“Lane Archer?” He scoffed.

“Jealous?”

“Hardly.”

“So, you’ll help me?”

He shook his head in disbelief, walking toward the front door. “Goodnight, Camille.”

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