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absolutely gorgeous ballgowns.
    Amanda had been positively stunning. But all three together? She couldn’t stop herself from turning to Jeremy and remarking, “That’s a whole lot of beautiful up there, isn’t it?”

    Jeremy sighed and looked at Chase in clear admiration. “And can you believe he doesn’t even know it?”
    There was no holding back her laughter, loud enough that everyone—including Chase—turned to look at her.
    “I was talking about the models,” she clarified.
    Jeremy shrugged. “They’re all right.”
    Of course, the truth was, she agreed with his assessment: Chase was better looking than all of the models combined.
    Nonetheless, the young women were all shockingly attractive. Rather than being jealous, Chloe told herself she was glad they were there to remind her that she had nothing to worry about when it came to Chase. How could she have actually let herself get caught up in thinking, Oh no, he wants me so much, and What am I going to do if he’s determined to have me?
    She chuckled again, realizing how ridiculous it seemed now that she’d seen the models he was practically close enough to kiss as he got into position for another shot. It might be a whole lot of beautiful out there in the vineyard, but it was definitely a whole lot of delusional where she was sitting.
    Silently laughing at herself, Chloe suddenly felt worlds better. Maybe she actually could hang out here for a few days. Maybe she could extend “normal” for a little while, before she had to buckle down and face all that ugliness again.
    Because, really, how could Chase possibly want anything from her when he had these other visions of gorgeousness around? Sure, she was cute. Pretty, even. But she certainly wasn’t looking her best, with no makeup on and all bruised and wearing crappy clothes.
    And yes, okay, so it would probably kill her a little bit to see him flirting with—or kissing—one of these beautiful young things.
    Then again, as she watched him work for the next hour or so, she realized Chase didn’t play those kinds of games with his models. Obviously very good at what he did, while he was great at making the models feel great about themselves, it wasn’t like he was playing off some sort of, 'sHey baby, I want to do you, so show the camera your fuck-me face' game.
    Chloe was surprised to feel her own creative juices flowing, even though she’d never cared much for either fashion or photography.
    Her true passion was quilting and as she watched him work, she realized that more than fashion was coming to life. The way Chase manipulated the canvas of models and clothes and the natural background of the vines and mountains and sky was so brilliant that simply watching him was helping her develop a new eye for composition. A new vision for the way she could block her next quilt.
    Fortunately, now that she was firmly convinced she had nothing to worry about anymore when it came to Chase “wanting” her, she could allow herself to acknowledge just how awesome he was. She even let her insides go a little gooey.
    At least now she could chalk her feelings for him up to artistic genius…rather than how good-looking or how charming he was.
    “Oh my god, hot boy alert!” Jeremy’s voice sounded squeaky.
    “What? Where?” Chloe asked, looking around and seeing that Chase was busy shooting pictures a hundred yards away.
    “To your right,” Jeremy stage-whispered and she followed his gaze across the field to the very good-looking man who was walking toward them.
    “Who’s that?” she whispered back, even though she didn’t know why they were whispering.
    “It’s Marcus.” Jeremy said the name reverently.
    Oh my. That was Chase’s brother?
    There were six of them?
    Like Chase, Marcus was ridiculously good looking. Still, while she recognized pure male beauty when she saw it, her heart wasn’t pounding and she wasn’t getting breathless and wanting to touch herself, or anything. Still, there was no