It was embarrassing how many photos he had of her. Yet even the blurry ones, he had a debate with himself before deleting. After he was done sorting, he’d still kept far too many.
He finally included the second shot from the triptych he’d taken at their first meeting. The deadpan shot of her surrounded by her helo, fire out the window behind her, and the photographer reflected in her sunglasses. She looked so damned powerful in that shot. No fire was going to dare breathe wrong in such a woman’s presence.
Cal got himself a fresh iced tea. It was too warm now for coffee, and he didn’t want to be fighting the heavy hit of caffeine. He reread the story, polishing and tightening.
He’d been a decent enough writer in school, when he cared. When he was a hotshot in Alaska, then Idaho, he’d sta
