Chapter Twenty Three

Click. Click. Tap. Click. That was all I heard for two hours. And don’t get me wrong. I’ve been at shoots longer than this, but I didn’t get in until three thirty this morning. This is not what I wanted to be doing after a long-ass shift, especially not when I’m back there tonight.

“You have must have enough now.”

“I do, but you’re so pretty to photograph. You make my job real easy, Brenda.” She sighed and set the camera down. “You’re gonna help me finish this degree. I know it.”

“Great. Can I get change now?”

“One more.” She raised her camera again and I pout exaggeratedly, leaning into her with one hand on my hip. She laughed, snapping the picture. “Okay, okay. I get it. Ms. Model is all tired out.”

“Ms. Model has to go to work soon,” I corrected. “And she’s hungry.”

Dayton looked at the time on the cloc