Page 116 of Forget That Guy
My heart kicked at that declaration. “You do?”
He tapped the tip of my nose. “You love me, too.”
That knowledge settled deep into my bones.
“Hey,” I said.
He looked over at me from across the table. “Yeah?”
“I was thinking on the way over here. This being Joe’s senior year…have you scheduled her senior photos yet?”
He frowned. “Senior photos?”
Oh, boy.
I flashed him a grin. “Yeah, they’re a thing. You take professional portraits of your seniors. They take fun, exciting shots. And the photographer follows her around doing all her favorite things. But I was wondering…would y’all want to take them before she gets too big pregnant? I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing. But I think she might want to remember this part of her life not huge pregnant.”
He tapped his lips. “Where does one find a photographer for that?”
I snorted. “Actually, I know someone that might know. I’m sure there are quite a few here seeing as it’s a tourist trap. But I want to find a local one that’s actually good at what she does.”
“Then I’ll leave that in your capable hands.” He sat back as Bernice came over with our food.
“Hey, anything missing?”
Denver and I both shook our heads. “Nope.”
She smiled. “Enjoy. I have to get back to the counter. This place is nuts right now.”
She was right.
It was always busy during lunch.
Honestly, we should’ve been waiting here for at least another fifteen minutes, but Denver got preferential treatment seeing as Hux’s parents loved Denver like a son.
Denver dug into his sandwich with gusto, and I followed suit much slower than him.
I was about halfway through my first half of my sandwich when the bell over The Mercantile’s entrance dinged.
I looked up to find none other than my mother walking in with her high-heeled shoes and her too-short dress.
And cameras following her.
“What the fuck,” I grumbled as I shoved several chips into my mouth.
Denver looked at me, then at the door, and his brows lowered dangerously.
I took another bite of my food, hoping that my mother wouldn’t spot me.
But no such luck.
“My baby!”
I hunched my shoulders and prayed that she wouldn’t bring those damn cameras over here.
But, alas, my mother was just that bad.
And did the very thing that I hoped she wouldn’t.
