instead.â The man grinned, looking young despite his thinning hair, and held out his hand. âIâm Lance Parker, editor of the local paper.â
She met his hand for a firm shake. âNice to meet you, Lance. Iâm Sadie.â
âYou must be getting some good pictures, then.â
Pulling the camera from around her neck, she clicked on the picture preview and turned the screen so they both could see.
Fifteen minutes of talking cameras and photo composition and lighting fed Sadieâs artistic soul. None of her family were interested in photography. She had few friends because of all her responsibilities, but she had managed to join an artistsâ group near home that she tried to go to once a month. Sometimes it worked out, sometimes not. But she tried to get her fix in when she could.
âWould it be possible for me to use a couple of these in the newspaper?â he asked. âWeâd compensate you, of course. These are wonderful and my two photographers are busy with the cleanup, which keeps them from snapping away right now.â
Sadie barely had a chance to think before another voice cut in. âHey, Lance. Howâs it going?â
She looked over the newspaper editorâs shoulder to see Zachâs sister, KC, approaching them. Lance smiled as she arrived.
âAs good as can be expected, I think.â He gestured to Sadie. âJust trying to convince Sadie here to share a few of her pictures with the community. They would be a great accompaniment to the recovery stories.â
KC studied Sadie for a split second, but then her lashes swept down, shielding the expression in eyes so like Zachâs. âThat would be cool. So, Sadie, what do you think?â
That I donât like being put on the spot... âYeah, Iâll come by and we can look over them again. Tomorrow?â
âGreat,â KC said, as if sheâd decided the subject was closed. âNow yâall want some lunch?â
Lance agreed enthusiastically, but Sadie shook her head. âIâm still full from the breakfast spread my landlady puts out, but Iâd be happy to volunteer, if youâd like?â
KCâs raised brow and hesitant âSureâ didnât make Sadie feel better. She knew it didnât really matter what KC thought of her, whether she approved. Sadie wouldnât be sticking around Black Hills long enough to make real friends...or sisters-in-law. Somehow that didnât stop her from wishing differently.
Although KC might be hesitant for completely different reasons. Had Zach told her about Sadie? How much did she really know?
* * *
Zach made his way back across the parking lot to the food tents KC and Christina had installed. He tried to keep an eye out for Sadie along the way, though he desperately wanted to curse himself for caring where she was in the first place. He could tell himself all he wanted to that it was about suppressing her plans, but deep down he was afraid there were far deeper reasons than that lame excuse.
He didnât see her until he was closer to the tents, and that fiery red hair came into view as she scurried behind the serving line. It wasnât entirely clear from this distance, but it looked almost as if she were in charge.
âKind of amazing, isnât it?â
Zach glanced to the side to see his little sister approach, her arms filled with a box. He automatically reached for her burden, taking it on himself as he nodded his head in Sadieâs direction. âWhatâs going on here?â
KC didnât look at the other woman but continued to watch her brother...making him very uneasy. âShe volunteered to help after saying she wasnât hungry. I could tell she wasnât thrilled with the setup when she joined us, but she didnât say a word.â
One side of KCâs mouth lifted in a slight smile. âI wondered if she would, but she never did until I started asking for help.
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