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remembered. Partly because there was something about April that made him feel like a randy teenager again. The reaction could have been because she mentioned making out and sex, but he didn’t think so. It was all her. The playful ponytail, curves that had grown curvier with time and a mouth that would drive a saint insane.
    â€œWhat time is this photo shoot?”
    â€œTonight. Eight o’clock. I know what you’re thinking,” she said.
    â€œI don’t think you do.”
    â€œYou’d be wrong. You’re thinking that it would be better to schedule this earlier in the evening before the sun goes down.” She shook her head and pressed those plump lips together. Then she seemed to remember something and forced a big smile, followed by some eyelash batting. “The problem is that a lot of the kids have summer jobs and aren’t available earlier. Not to mention that I have a business and later is better.”
    She was wrong. That wasn’t what he’d been thinking. His thoughts ran more along the lines of finding a secluded place to get her alone in the dark. “I see.”
    â€œI thought you would.” Her eyes took on a pleading expression. “So, can I count on you?”
    Will was conflicted about what to do. He didn’t want to turn her down. This behavior of hers was surprising. First dinner last night and now a request for assistance today. She smiled a lot and did that weird thing with her eyes, which he didn’t recall, but they’d toasted to friendship last night. And today she’d voluntarily come to see him and ask for assistance.
    On the flip side, it probably wasn’t a good idea to be out with her after dark, what with his mind going randy teenager on him. Still, the kids would be around and that would cool his temptation. Friends helped each other out.
    â€œOkay. I’ll give you a hand.”
    â€œThanks, Will.” She smiled again, but it was the first natural one since walking into his office. And it was a stunner.
    He really hoped this wasn’t a mistake.

Chapter Three
    I t was a beautiful night for taking pictures. April had her digital SLR camera on a tripod set up in the meadow and was snapping pictures of the outgoing senior class student-body officers passing a plastic toy torch. Someone held up a handmade sign that said “Class of 2017—we rule the school!” She stopped and scrolled through the images, then adjusted the shutter speed in order to make the shots clearer while allowing for the light from a full moon.
    And speaking of that... She counted heads for the umpteenth time. There were supposed to be ten and she tallied eight. “Where did Trevor and Kate go?”
    She looked at the group of teens and every single one looked guilty as sin. “Come on. You know my rules. No getting frisky and pairing off during this shoot. I know the seniors who just graduated don’t care. But listen up seniors-to-be, if you want me to take pictures next year you’ll tell me where they went. Otherwise this tradition will just be a sad memory.”
    April looked at them and they stared back at her without speaking. “Anyone? Now would be a good time to speak up. You really want to spoil the fun for the other classes coming up behind you?”
    â€œYou’re right. We don’t care.” That was Mike Espy, a good-looking football player who’d received a football scholarship to the University of California, Los Angeles. “I can’t wait to get out of this two-bit nowhere town. It’s big-city excitement for me.”
    â€œOh, don’t be such a jerk.” Patty Carnegie, a pretty blonde cheerleader who was looking forward to senior year and being captain of the squad, gave him a withering look. Then she met April’s gaze. “They took a walk.”
    Red alert. That was code for finding a place to be alone and unleash all the teenage hormones raging through them. Will