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assessing the angles, the light, the composition, I assumed, until he finally stopped. I chewed on my bottom lip, begging him to take the God damn picture.
    “Relax.” His soft voice filled the night air and whispered across my skin, loosening my arms, causing the nerves to hum and jump. I closed my eyes for a beat and breathed through my nose, relaxing my lips and allowing the breath to fall out just as a click filled the night air.
    My eyes shot open, but the last thing he saw was me. His eyes were riveted to the camera, wide green orbs transfixed on whatever image he saw. “What?” I took the couple steps to him and bent my head to see the photo.
    Somehow Hunter had captured what I was sure was my only good angle. I was sure I didn’t look like that, never had, it was simply the very best me I could be after a day of makeovers and glamour shots and heavy photoshopping. The light hit my angles in just the right way to add dimension, my eyelashes falling across the tops of my cheekbones and casting a gentle shadow. It was a breathtaking image, regardless of the subject.
    “Wow,” I breathed when I could finally speak. “You’re amazing.”
    “I knew you’d be perfect,” he murmured so quietly it was much more meant for himself.
    “Anyone could be in that picture and it would be astounding,” I said with complete honesty.
    “Hardly. And you don’t need a douchebag like me to give a gorgeous girl like you compliments, so don’t ask for them.”
    “What? I—”
    “This photo is stunning because you are in it. That background could be anywhere, a ranch in Texas, or the fucking moon, and it would be as stunning.”
    “You’re insane.”
    “Let me shoot you.” He cut me off and took another step closer. “I mean it.” Hunter pulled me into his arms. My breath heaved in the dark night, our chests touching, my hardened nipples brushing against his pectorals just enough to drive me mad. “I want to shoot you. You know that photo in my foyer?” I nodded in response, my eyes locked on his. “I want you there.”
    My mouth fell open and images swam through my head of Hunter and sex and that fucking click I loved.
    “Do you want to be there, Erin?” He pulled me to him, my chest still pressed against his, my nipples so fucking hard I was afraid he could feel them.
    “Yes,” I said with all the confidence I could muster. He blinked, his mouth open, his fist flexing around my elbow before it slowly eased.
    “That was easy,” he finally exhaled and placed a slow, delicate kiss across my lips. “I can’t wait to shoot you.” He nipped at the corner of my lip, his teeth dragging along the bottom and pumping blood between my legs.
    “We should get back; we have to be up in a few hours for that flight,” he reminded, his palm now settled at the nape of my neck, holding me in place.
    I swallowed the heavy lump in my throat and nodded as Hunter wrapped his fingers in my own and led me through the overgrown field and back to the sidewalk. The moon cast a haunting shadow of the old stone building behind us, and as sleep tore at my eyes, I almost fell in love.

nine
    I sat camped outside the same red brick home I’d come to know all too well. He was my primary target, but she’d become tangled up in it, no matter how dishonest it felt watching an innocent woman every day. I grit my teeth together, half wanting to warn her, throw in the assignment and tell her to run from the man she thought she loved. But she’d made her bed, gone into a life with eyes wide shut, and now she was forced to handle the consequences.
    I heaved a sigh, only watching her half-heartedly as she buzzed around the empty house. I still hadn’t laid eyes on him. For such a popular guy, he sure kept to himself.
    As if he was laying low because he knew he had a trail. Of course he didn’t know — I was a pro, highly trained with a very specific skillset that allowed me to fly under the radar and observe every moment of any situation