Chapter 11
Brett has to work—that’s his excuse when he disentangles himself from Johnny and rises from the bed. Rolling onto his stomach, Johnny wraps himself in the bed sheets and watches Brett as he dresses. Since he has nothing planned for the day, he asks, “Can I tag along?”
Over his shoulder, Brett flashes him a regretful grin. “I don’t think so, babe. I do some freelance stuff on the side, you know? Ads and photo shoots are nice but the real money’s in candid shots. I have a roll full of film I have to turn in to one of my clients so I won’t be going to the studio. I have to meet them at their office.”
“It’s Saturday,” Johnny points out. Who works on the weekend?
“I’m sorry.” Brett zips up his jeans, then leans down to claim a kiss. Johnny slips him a hint of tongue, and the q
