stand me up,” he said with a smile.
“Sorry, Dan.” Morgan gave the man a handshake. “We were tied up…going over some photos for the book.”
“We?” Dan asked and followed Morgan into the living room. “Oh!” He noticed Sara. “Hi. Dan Thomas.”
“Sara Tosto,” she said with a smile and stood to shake his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“So, going over photos?” Dan directed the question to her. “You work with Morgan now?”
“N—” She never got the word out.
“Yes.” Morgan spoke over the top of her. “Sara has an amazing eye. I’ve asked her to work with me in selecting photos for the next book.”
“Wonderful,” Dan said and took a seat in a chair adjacent to the sofa.
Morgan took a seat beside Sara on the sofa. “So,” Dan said, “I hope you’ve decided to take the job.”
Morgan shook his head. “I don’t know if I’m the right man for the job, to be honest. Shooting political functions isn’t exactly my bag.”
“Nonsense,” Dan argued and directed his next comment to Sara. “Morgan’s been asked to photograph the Democratic convention. Get candid shots of the candidates, leading up to the party nomination then throughout the presidential campaign.”
Sara nodded and looked to Morgan. “It’s your business, but I think you’d be wonderful for this. Who else would be able to capture the essence of the people better than you?”
Her confidence and quiet praise filled him with pride and excitement. Suddenly he wanted to do the job. But on one very important condition.
“Tell you what,” he replied to her. “I’ll do it if you work with me.”
“Me? I’m not a photographer!” she insisted.
“No, but you have the eye to pick out the best of what I do,” he argued. “Just like you did earlier with the child picking flowers. If I’m going to do it I want to be sure that what the public sees is my best. I need you for that.”
She smiled through a wash of tears that flooded her eyes. Blinking them back, she nodded. “I’d be proud to help.”
Morgan turned to Dan. “Well, looks like we’re on.”
Dan grinned widely. “Wonderful. Then get packed. You leave tonight.”
“Tonight?” Sara asked.
Dan nodded. “Pack heavy because you’re not likely to be back home until the election is over.”
“But that’s more than a year!” she exclaimed.
“Yes,” he agreed with a smile and stood. “A jet will be waiting for you at the airport at seven sharp. I’ll have housing arranged before you reach Washington and a car waiting on you when you land. Get settled in and I’ll drop by tomorrow afternoon with your schedule.”
Morgan looked at Sara. “Can you arrange your schedule for this?”
She considered it for a few moments. Aside from the cosmetic ads she had nothing really on her plate. “Can I take some work with me?”
“Absolutely,” Dan answered her question. “Bring whatever you need or give me a list and I’ll have it waiting for you.”
“Thanks,” Sara replied with a smile that quickly faded. “Oh no, wait. I can’t do this. I’ll lose my place and I don’t have the money to pay the lease for that long.”
“Not a problem,” Dan said with a grin. “Just have the bills sent to me. I’ll take care of everything.”
She gaped at him in surprise and he chuckled. “Glad to have you onboard, Miss Tosto. See you both tomorrow.”
Morgan saw him out then returned to the living room where Sara was standing in shock. “You okay?” he asked, cupping the side of her face with one hand.
“Uh, yeah. Kind of in a daze. This kind of thing doesn’t happen to people like me every day you know.”
Morgan smiled then his face grew serious. “I meant what I said, Sara. I need you with me.”
“Then I will be,” she promised. “For as long as you need me.”
Morgan smiled gratefully and pulled her into his arms. For the first time since he was a child, he felt he could escape the voices, defeat the demons. As long as she was
“Sorry, Dan.” Morgan gave the man a handshake. “We were tied up…going over some photos for the book.”
“We?” Dan asked and followed Morgan into the living room. “Oh!” He noticed Sara. “Hi. Dan Thomas.”
“Sara Tosto,” she said with a smile and stood to shake his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“So, going over photos?” Dan directed the question to her. “You work with Morgan now?”
“N—” She never got the word out.
“Yes.” Morgan spoke over the top of her. “Sara has an amazing eye. I’ve asked her to work with me in selecting photos for the next book.”
“Wonderful,” Dan said and took a seat in a chair adjacent to the sofa.
Morgan took a seat beside Sara on the sofa. “So,” Dan said, “I hope you’ve decided to take the job.”
Morgan shook his head. “I don’t know if I’m the right man for the job, to be honest. Shooting political functions isn’t exactly my bag.”
“Nonsense,” Dan argued and directed his next comment to Sara. “Morgan’s been asked to photograph the Democratic convention. Get candid shots of the candidates, leading up to the party nomination then throughout the presidential campaign.”
Sara nodded and looked to Morgan. “It’s your business, but I think you’d be wonderful for this. Who else would be able to capture the essence of the people better than you?”
Her confidence and quiet praise filled him with pride and excitement. Suddenly he wanted to do the job. But on one very important condition.
“Tell you what,” he replied to her. “I’ll do it if you work with me.”
“Me? I’m not a photographer!” she insisted.
“No, but you have the eye to pick out the best of what I do,” he argued. “Just like you did earlier with the child picking flowers. If I’m going to do it I want to be sure that what the public sees is my best. I need you for that.”
She smiled through a wash of tears that flooded her eyes. Blinking them back, she nodded. “I’d be proud to help.”
Morgan turned to Dan. “Well, looks like we’re on.”
Dan grinned widely. “Wonderful. Then get packed. You leave tonight.”
“Tonight?” Sara asked.
Dan nodded. “Pack heavy because you’re not likely to be back home until the election is over.”
“But that’s more than a year!” she exclaimed.
“Yes,” he agreed with a smile and stood. “A jet will be waiting for you at the airport at seven sharp. I’ll have housing arranged before you reach Washington and a car waiting on you when you land. Get settled in and I’ll drop by tomorrow afternoon with your schedule.”
Morgan looked at Sara. “Can you arrange your schedule for this?”
She considered it for a few moments. Aside from the cosmetic ads she had nothing really on her plate. “Can I take some work with me?”
“Absolutely,” Dan answered her question. “Bring whatever you need or give me a list and I’ll have it waiting for you.”
“Thanks,” Sara replied with a smile that quickly faded. “Oh no, wait. I can’t do this. I’ll lose my place and I don’t have the money to pay the lease for that long.”
“Not a problem,” Dan said with a grin. “Just have the bills sent to me. I’ll take care of everything.”
She gaped at him in surprise and he chuckled. “Glad to have you onboard, Miss Tosto. See you both tomorrow.”
Morgan saw him out then returned to the living room where Sara was standing in shock. “You okay?” he asked, cupping the side of her face with one hand.
“Uh, yeah. Kind of in a daze. This kind of thing doesn’t happen to people like me every day you know.”
Morgan smiled then his face grew serious. “I meant what I said, Sara. I need you with me.”
“Then I will be,” she promised. “For as long as you need me.”
Morgan smiled gratefully and pulled her into his arms. For the first time since he was a child, he felt he could escape the voices, defeat the demons. As long as she was
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