Page 9 of Safe With You
“That explained nothing.”
“It explained plenty.”
I gave her a look.
She smiled too sweetly, the expression looking entirely too innocent against her deep brown skin. “There’s a photographer I know. Well, I don’t know him know him, but I know of him. He did my cousin’s engagement shoot last fall, and the pictures were beautiful. Soft, clean, romantic without being cheesy.”
“Okay…”
“And he’s local.”
“Okay…”
“And available.”
My eyes narrowed further. “Why do I feel like there’s a catch?”
“No catch.”
“Naomi.”
She took a long sip of her coffee, clearly stalling.
I groaned. “Just say it.”
“He’s fine.”
I stared at her.
She stared back.
“That is not relevant to the event,” I said.
“It could be relevant to your life.”
“I’m thirty-one, Naomi. I own a bookstore. I have friends. My life is fine.”
“Your life is organized. That is not the same thing.”
I looked down at the flyers, suddenly more interested in their perfectly straight edges than I was a second ago.
“I’m not doing this with you today.”
“You never want to do this with me any day.”
“Because you keep trying to turn every mildly attractive man within a fifty-mile radius into my future husband.”
“Not every mildly attractive man.” She shrugged. “Some of them are not husband material.”
“Goodbye, Naomi.”
“I’m just saying, you could at least look at his work.”
“For the event?”
“For the event,” she agreed, entirely too fast.
I didn’t trust her, but I also didn’t have time to be stubborn. I held out my hand. “Send me his info.”
