Page 167 of Top Shelf
Camden looks mildly offended now. “Yes, Cap.”
“And you’re comfortable sending one to her?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent. Carry on.”
Reid taps the tablet pointedly. “Send whatever you’re comfortable sending, and let’s get back to work.”
Camden looks at him, then back at the rest of us, hesitating. “I don’t know how.”
Chase frowns. “How to send a photo?”
“No, like how to take one.”
Silence falls around us, and this time, I stop unlacing my skate.
Jake is the first to speak. “You’ve genuinely never taken one?”
“Why would I if nobody’s asked before?”
“That is an unexpectedly sensible answer,” Eli says.
“Thank you.”
“Okay.” Chase spreads his hands. “This is fixable.”
Reid turns toward him. “There is nothing for us to fix.”
“There’s clearly a knowledge gap, Hutch!”
“Not one the Colorado Storm organization pays us to fill.”
Camden looks between them. “I just don’t wanna send something terrible.”
Logan nods slowly. “Fair.”
Reid’s stare cuts to him. “Do not encourage this, Miller.”
“I’m not encouraging him. I’m saying if somebody specifically requests a photograph of your dick, sending one that looks like there’s not effort involved feels disrespectful.”
Camden unlocks his phone and studies the camera as though an answer might appear. “So what actually makes one good?”
Reid looks like he wants to leave. Chase, unfortunately, looks like he wants a whiteboard. And four different men start talking at once.
“Lighting.”
“Angle, too.”
“No bathroom mirror.”
“Background matters more,” Jake counters.
Eli nods. “Agreed.”
Camden looks more confused than he did before.
“Everybody shut up.” Chase holds up both hands. “We need a system.”
