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I nodded and did as she asked while we worked on getting the photos she wanted. A few minutes later, she climbed off the bed with me trailing after.

“I’m so happy you agreed to do these,” she said with a big smile as she set her camera down on the desk. “Did you want to see what Capshaw brought home? We still have plenty of time to do a few firefighter ones.”

“Sure. What all do you have?” I was fully committed now, beaver teaser and all, so there was no point in being shy now. If I was going to give these to Jones, it might be fun to see his reaction to me wearing some of his gear.

She walked over and grabbed a bag from the closet.

“He didn’t have much, but I thought we could do a few of you wearing the helmet—but I want to save that for last because I thought it would look cool if we sprayed some water and I don’t want to ruin your hair or makeup until we’re almost done. We also have a pair of turnout pants and suspenders. I thought this would look super sexy with that black lace bodysuit that makes your boobs look amazing. Shit, I should have asked you to bring that one with you when we were talking last night.”

“Luckily for you, I planned ahead and brought it. Though I thought I would be using it for Dark Vibes, it seems fate had other plans I wasn’t aware of,” I teased.

We spent a few hours getting the rest of the photos done, which left me excited for Jones to see them. I wasn’t sure if it was the wine we had been drinking or if maybe I was just having a sudden change of heart about things. Either way, I couldn’t wait to see him later, and that was a feeling I didn’t want to get rid of.

Twenty-Six

Jones

“Do we have to have a bachelor party?” I asked as Capshaw drove down Main Street as we headed to the firehouse to drop off the stuff we’d picked up for Kensy and Bella.

When Capshaw proposed getting married at the station, my immediate reaction was to say no and give Bella whatever wedding she wanted, wherever she wanted. But then her face lit up, and she started planning out the small details with Kensy, and I couldn’t object if I wanted to. Her happiness was all that mattered to me, and if getting married there was good enough for her, it was good enough for me, too.

In all honesty, it always felt like home for me there, and even though they weren’t my real family, they felt more like family than anyone ever had in my life. Getting married with my family and friends there to witness it was something I never thought would happen.

“Yes, we have to have one,” he said, gripping the steering wheel as he turned into the parking lot. We got out, loaded up as many bags as we could carry, and headed inside.

“My parents are watching Brayleigh for me all weekend, starting Friday night, so I can be the best best man there is. That means I am officially off daddy duty as of Friday morning, so suck it up, Buttercup. You’re having a fucking party.”

He nudged me with his elbow as we set the stuff down beside the pile of other bags and boxes that had been lined up in the kitchen.

“First, does that mean I can’t call you daddy this weekend?” Kensy asked, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. “And second, what kind of fucking party are you having?”

Bella shook her head and laughed as she stepped out of the way and stood beside me.

“You can always call me daddy,” he murmured in her ear but not low enough to spare the rest of us from hearing it. “And Jones is just getting a bachelor party—zero fucking involved. You, on the other hand, can have a special party Saturday night if you’re a good girl.”

I blew out a breath and turned to Bella, hoping to ignore what was happening beside us.

“So, how did your photoshoot go?” I asked, leaning against the wall.

Her eyes widened as a rush of color filled her cheeks.

“Tell him about it, Bella,” Kensy coaxed, watching us over Capshaw’s shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“It was fine,” Bella rushed out quickly. “Just the usual, run-of-the-mill, everyday kind of photos. No big deal.”

My eyebrows rose almost as high as her voice.

“Oh really?”

She bobbed her head and looked around, not allowing herself to look me in the eye.

“What kind of photos did you take?” I pressed, stepping closer to her as my curiosity grew stronger. I’d long admired Bella for her positive body attitude and not being afraid to show it off with the modeling work she did, so this reaction from her intrigued me.

“None,” she lied, her cheeks getting redder. “I mean, you know, just the usual standard work ones. Boring, dull, work photos.” She shrugged and took a step back, nearly tripping over a bag at her feet.

I reached over and grabbed it as it almost toppled over, surprised to see my helmet sitting on top.

I slowly took it out, examining it in front of her as she squirmed, nervously chewing her nail.

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