“I was invited, remember?”
“And I’m glad you’re here.”
“Unfortunately, you’ve had me imagining your photo shoot this afternoon,” he said very quietly.
Then she did smile, and a legitimate blush appeared high on her cheeks so that even her ears burned.
“Savannah, you were superb,” Mack Brundage gushed as he descended on her, wrapping an arm around her and kissing her cheek as though he’d done it many times before. He stood with his arm remaining cozily about her waist as they both looked at the photographer.
“I suppose I’ll be seeing you soon?” Michael asked as he eyed them, interested to know who the effusive gentleman was. He had a feeling that this was not the infamous Guillaume.
“Of course, though I don’t know what’s in my schedule,” she answered, remaining vague.
“Wel
