Exposed

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Authors: Suzanne Ferrell
himself from the pariah of modern social technology. Paparazzi. Photographers. Demon spawn . But the woman already had both hands full of bags.
    “That’s good. I promised Abby I’d be here to take pictures before the wedding started. Please tell me there’s somewhere I can change? I just got off the plane and came straight here.” There was a slight hesitation in her voice as she glanced around at the glass enclosed pavilion.
    Damn it. As much as he wanted to drop her camera case on the concrete sidewalk and possibly smash the offensive equipment of her trade, he couldn’t ignore that little signal of distress.
    It was a character flaw. The need to protect. His late partner called it his hero-complex. He couldn’t let someone in trouble—even if it was simply finding a place to change clothes—fend for themselves.
    “This way,” he said. Stepping around her, he led the way to the brick portion of the facility in back of the pavilion without waiting to see if she followed. At the entrance, he did hold the door for her, but refused to help wrangle the roll-on type suitcase in for her. “Third door on the right is the women’s restroom.”
    “Thanks,” she said with another of those overly-bright smiles, and strutted down the hallway.
    Despite her chosen profession, he had to admit those pants shifted nicely on her bottom as she sashayed away, her blonde hair bouncing like a halo around her head as she walked.
    It wasn’t until the door closed behind her that he realized he still held her bag of camera equipment. He should just leave it outside the bathroom on the floor. But someone might steal them, and he had a feeling it would be very expensive for her to try and replace them.
    Damn it .
    He stalked to the door and knocked on it—hard. “You forgot your bag.”
    The door opened a minute later.
    “Oh, thanks,” she said with another smile, the aviator-framed sunglasses now on top of her head. She had a dusting of freckles on her nose and cheeks. “I usually don’t let that bag out of my sight,” she said, taking the bag and stepping back into the restroom, closing the door on him.
    Purple.
    Her eyes were so blue they appeared purple.
    Who the hell has purple eyes?
    “Castello, give us a hand.”
    He shook off the odd numbness that seeing Sydney Peele’s eyes had caused him to look to his left in time to see Dave and Matt Edgars hauling in two crates of wine. He hurried to help his friends load in the drinks for the reception, pushing inappropriate thoughts of the little photographer out of his mind. The last thing he needed was to give her any reason to focus her attention, or one of her cameras, on him.

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    Walking around the outside of the North Bank Park pavilion, Sydney snapped images of the happy couple mingling with their guests. It was a beautiful, yet simple wedding. Mostly family, all of it the groom’s, a few friends and some work colleagues of both Luke and Abby’s.
    When Sydney met Abigail she was working as a model on a fashion shoot. The tall, willowy brunette had been new to the fashion world—a little awkward, a lot shy—but she was a quick learner. Her extreme professionalism and punctuality made her a favorite among designers and photographers. Her selectiveness about shoots made her unique and highly sought after. Her aloofness kept her from getting caught up in some of the backstage drama, yet made her one of the models the other, younger, models tried to emulate.
    She and Abby became friends when one of the shoots was delayed by an afternoon thunderstorm on a beach shoot in South Florida. The other models had taken the day to get ready to go clubbing that night, but she’d found Abby sitting on a covered veranda outside the hotel, drinking hot tea and watching the storm rage out over the ocean.
    “Beautiful, isn’t it?” she asked, standing to the side and focusing her camera out towards the beach.
    “It is. I’d never seen the ocean until I graduated from

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