Preston didn’t know if Cam was a natural when it came to dealing with children, or if his warm personality helped kids relate to him, but whatever his secret, his ability in handling the little ones made him remarkably good at his job. Abby was slowly drawing out of her shell, allowing the photographer to lead her to the chair in front of the camera with little protest and barely a backward glance at her father for support. As Cam set up the shot, checking the view through the lens, Lacy flittered around adjusting the lights and smoothing out the backdrop. Whenever she smiled at Abby, the girl glared back.
After a few moments, Cam seemed to notice. “Why don’t you start packing things up, Lace?” he asked. “I’ve got this.”
Lacy hesitated. “Are you sure? I can help out.”
“This is the last
