Page 104 of Get A Fix

“What?”

“The fact of the matter is, you’re a liar,” I said flatly.

He stopped walking. “I beg your pardon?”

“You said when we first met that you saw a picture of me in my file that my boss sent over, and that you hoped, after seeing it, that I would sleep with you.”

His face scrunched up. “How is that a lie? You know I meant it.”

“Yes, but Rais’s point was, I look like shit in pictures.”

He tilted his head. “Are you screwing with me right now?”

“God, you’re so cute,” I said, reaching for him.

Quickly, he took several steps away from me, which removed the cover of the umbrella.

“The hell’re you doing? Come back here.”

“No, you go stand under the little roof there of the closed ice-cream store.”

I took several steps back and got out of the downpour, safe under the awning of the closed Colonial Ice House.

“Explain,” he ordered, looking at me like I was the crazy one.

“I’m not photogenic.”

“When?”

“Ever.”

“Who told you this?”

“Uh, my mother, my father, my sisters. My grandmother always says, ‘Oh, that Cooper has a face for radio.’”

“She does not,” he argued, trying hard not to smile.

I opened my eyes wide and nodded.

“And your friends think this too?”

“Yep.”

He squinted at me, looking confused.

“But on this trip, apparently, from what Rais said, I look good in the pictures that have been taken of us together.”

“First, that’s interesting that you think you’re not pretty in pictures, because I can tell you truthfully that all I saw were your big brown eyes, your wide shoulders, and your very kissable lips. I was a goner.”

He was the one with the kissable lips I wanted on mine. “Come here.”

“And second,” he went on, ignoring me, “isn’t it interesting that your friend said how good you look in pictures with me?”

“Your point?” I asked innocently.

“You know what the point is, you ass,” he said, grinning at me.

I grunted.