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Becca laughed right along with him, thanking her lucky stars Quinn had tagged along today. Her presence had turned out to be helpful after all, since she’d been quizzing the guys on pickup lines all day. The worse they were, the better she’d told them. And they were all shooting for the stars.
She checked her camera one last time, ensuring she had everything she needed from Vic. “That’s a wrap. You’re free to go. Nice work today.”
The next few shoots went well, but when it came time for Mr. October, he was nowhere to be found.
“Have you seen Mr. October?” she asked Quinn. If anyone would know if he’d checked in, it would be her. She’d even taken it upon herself to help withtheir makeup, smearing soot and grease on their bodies to get the most authentic shots possible. “Name’s Johnson.”
“Johnson?” Quinn tilted her head thoughtfully. “Nope. Haven’t seen any big Johnsons yet.”
Becca rolled her eyes. Great. They only had a few hours of natural light left. There was no time for delays. Maybe she could rework the schedule. She grabbed her planner, flippingthrough the pages with headshots of all the models and her notes on what poses and backdrops each would get. October was National Fire Prevention Month, so it was important to the FDNY. She’d just have to circle back on that one. If she adjusted the lights and the guys helped her—
The warehouse door banged shut, the sound reverberating through the cavernous space.
“Nice of you to joinus,” she muttered, shifting her attention to the newcomer who was strutting across the warehouse like he owned the place.
“He can check my smoke detector any day,” Quinn said, sidling up next to her. “If that’s Johnson, he was well worth the wait.”
“No,” she replied, her blood pressure spiking. “That is Jackson Hart.” What the hell was he doing here? She silently cursed Christopherfor bringing up the shoot at dinner. The last thing she needed was Jax inserting himself in her life whenever he pleased. “And steer clear. He’s trouble.”
“You don’t say?” Quinn asked, checking him out with an appraising eye.
“This is a closed set,” Becca called, turning her back on him and fixing her attention on her notebook. The words swam before her eyes, but at least she didn’thave to face Jax.
“I’m your new Mr. October.”
“What? Why?” She dropped her pen, blood roaring in her ears. No way was she shooting Jax. Without a shirt. Slathered up in whatever grease and soot and sexiness Quinn could wipe all over him to make the ladies swoon. “Where’s my Mr. October?”
“Something came up.” He smirked, and damn if she didn’t want to wipe that grin off his face.“You want a Mr. October, I’m it.”
“You?” No. Freaking. Way.
“Unless you have another option?” he asked, widening his stance as if to challenge her. “You want to turn in a calendar without Mr. October, by all means, you’re the photographer. But I don’t think the FDNY will be real happy.”
Stupid jerk had a point, but she’d eat hot coals before admitting it. “Fine. You want to beMr. October so bad? Let’s do this.”
“Don’t worry, shortie. I can handle it.” He arched his brow and crossed his arms over his chest, sizing her up. “Are you sure you can?”
“Sugar, don’t you worry about us. We’re going to take good care of you,” Quinn promised, patting his arm demurely. When she hooked her arm through his and led him over to the dressing area, Becca saw red.
Sucking in a deep breath, she willed her heart rate to slow. So Jax was on her set. Big deal. She was a professional. And this was a paying job. She’d shoot whoever the FDNY sent, and she’d do it well. Keep your enemies close and all that nonsense. Busying herself with her camera, she tried—unsuccessfully—to block out the sounds of Jax and Quinn cavorting not twenty feet away.
They were alladults. She didn’t give a damn what he did. Although it
Becca laughed right along with him, thanking her lucky stars Quinn had tagged along today. Her presence had turned out to be helpful after all, since she’d been quizzing the guys on pickup lines all day. The worse they were, the better she’d told them. And they were all shooting for the stars.
She checked her camera one last time, ensuring she had everything she needed from Vic. “That’s a wrap. You’re free to go. Nice work today.”
The next few shoots went well, but when it came time for Mr. October, he was nowhere to be found.
“Have you seen Mr. October?” she asked Quinn. If anyone would know if he’d checked in, it would be her. She’d even taken it upon herself to help withtheir makeup, smearing soot and grease on their bodies to get the most authentic shots possible. “Name’s Johnson.”
“Johnson?” Quinn tilted her head thoughtfully. “Nope. Haven’t seen any big Johnsons yet.”
Becca rolled her eyes. Great. They only had a few hours of natural light left. There was no time for delays. Maybe she could rework the schedule. She grabbed her planner, flippingthrough the pages with headshots of all the models and her notes on what poses and backdrops each would get. October was National Fire Prevention Month, so it was important to the FDNY. She’d just have to circle back on that one. If she adjusted the lights and the guys helped her—
The warehouse door banged shut, the sound reverberating through the cavernous space.
“Nice of you to joinus,” she muttered, shifting her attention to the newcomer who was strutting across the warehouse like he owned the place.
“He can check my smoke detector any day,” Quinn said, sidling up next to her. “If that’s Johnson, he was well worth the wait.”
“No,” she replied, her blood pressure spiking. “That is Jackson Hart.” What the hell was he doing here? She silently cursed Christopherfor bringing up the shoot at dinner. The last thing she needed was Jax inserting himself in her life whenever he pleased. “And steer clear. He’s trouble.”
“You don’t say?” Quinn asked, checking him out with an appraising eye.
“This is a closed set,” Becca called, turning her back on him and fixing her attention on her notebook. The words swam before her eyes, but at least she didn’thave to face Jax.
“I’m your new Mr. October.”
“What? Why?” She dropped her pen, blood roaring in her ears. No way was she shooting Jax. Without a shirt. Slathered up in whatever grease and soot and sexiness Quinn could wipe all over him to make the ladies swoon. “Where’s my Mr. October?”
“Something came up.” He smirked, and damn if she didn’t want to wipe that grin off his face.“You want a Mr. October, I’m it.”
“You?” No. Freaking. Way.
“Unless you have another option?” he asked, widening his stance as if to challenge her. “You want to turn in a calendar without Mr. October, by all means, you’re the photographer. But I don’t think the FDNY will be real happy.”
Stupid jerk had a point, but she’d eat hot coals before admitting it. “Fine. You want to beMr. October so bad? Let’s do this.”
“Don’t worry, shortie. I can handle it.” He arched his brow and crossed his arms over his chest, sizing her up. “Are you sure you can?”
“Sugar, don’t you worry about us. We’re going to take good care of you,” Quinn promised, patting his arm demurely. When she hooked her arm through his and led him over to the dressing area, Becca saw red.
Sucking in a deep breath, she willed her heart rate to slow. So Jax was on her set. Big deal. She was a professional. And this was a paying job. She’d shoot whoever the FDNY sent, and she’d do it well. Keep your enemies close and all that nonsense. Busying herself with her camera, she tried—unsuccessfully—to block out the sounds of Jax and Quinn cavorting not twenty feet away.
They were alladults. She didn’t give a damn what he did. Although it
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